Category: Elevated Discourse

Responses and posits within the WoW blogging community.

Elevated Discourse: Professor Putricide’s Playlist


I need serious tunes when I raid in ICC. Ye olde iPod is my DJ of choice, and even with one ear open for Vent I can still get into a nice groove while downing the Lich King and his merry band.

I thought I’d share my Professor Putricide Playlist and throw out an open invitation for others to do the same. Do you have different playlists for each boss? One solid mix that carries you through the whole raid? A strictly enforced aural silence policy?

Bring it!

Professor Putricide’s Playlist

1. Faithless – Mass Destruction

2. Shiny Toy Guns – Major Tom

3. TV On The Radio – Wolf Like Me

4. Peter, Bjorn & John – Young Folks

5. Citizen Cope – Brother Lee

6. Kanye West – Stronger

7. Bloc Party – Banquet

Elevated Discourse: Déjà Vu All Over Again

It's A Burning Question

A number of exceedingly interesting posts this week talk quite a bit about potential changes in Cataclysm (I think this is all pretty spoiler-free, though the posts themselves are not):

”This [varying your main] is one of the reasons why Cataclysm will shake things up, even for people who don’t expect it. You may think you are in a tight knit raid guild right now, but how many of those raiders will decide that actually they’d rather focus on a different alt on a different server when the expansion hits?”

6. The road gets approval.

7. The loot gets approval.

8. And that gets TOTAL approval. Now we’re angry about the last years of not having it.

9. And that.”
Big Red Kitty

“Blizzard has big plans for gnomes and trolls, with brand new starting areas and questing experiences available for those races when Cataclysm launches. But before that can happen, they need your help! There are some awful baddies that’ve been crashing on their couches, and they’ve been kickin’ around for far too long.”
Michael Sacco,

All this speculation put me into a very curious state of wondering what things people (a) expected last time, but didn’t happen, and (b) didn’t expect at all that totally changed the way they play.

As a non-player when Lich King came out, no doubt there were huge, burning issues that became burnier or moot in the actual expansion that I know nothing about.

If you played pre- and post- Lich King (or Burning Crusade, for that matter), how would you answer the two questions above? (Assuming that I’d posed them as questions, natch, which I’m too lazy to go back and do.)

Eleventh Hour Challenge: Closed!

The assignments have been assigned, the knuckles are being cracked, the fingers are poised for literary brilliance. Thanks to everyone who dropped in to participate, and watch this space for the final wrap-up post of all the stories, the revealed full Tribulation list, and the brave few who took them on.

Free at last, free at last! Phew.

Eleventh Hour Challenge: Really, Truly The Final Call

I’m left with three orphan challenge areas and adversities for the Eleventh Hour Challenge on my paws. I’d just love to get them out the door and post a wrap-up of all the wonderfully amazing (and deeply humbling) writing that’s come out of these challenges, so if you’re feeling even marginally creative sign on up!

The original challenge is described here, Eleventh Hour Challenge.

Free to a good home! No unreasonable offer refused!

You really, really, really don’t want to see me cry. But I will if that’s what it takes.

Final Call! 11th Hour Challenge

Final call, peeps! I’m going to wrap it up today and post the final results tomorrow morning. The posts don’t need to be finished by tomorrow morning, but I’ll be closing up the assignments.

There are seven more left, so prod a friend / sign yourself up / sign a friend up / do it once more for good measure!

Eleventh Hour Challenge

Edit: Ahh, raspberries! A number of frantic emails later and I’m down to four entries left; I’m just keeping the damned thing open until they’re all gone :)

Eleventh Hour Challenge: Blasted Lands

Posted as my response to the Eleventh Hour Challenge:


Another season, another senseless war.

It seems as soon as I patch them up, the warriors and knights run headlong into adventure and knives and long sticks with pointy bits on the end and back they come for me to wrap them up again. The ceaseless sounds of battle echo in my head when I sit sewing, as I perform my small enchantments over weak blades- when I’m asleep, even! And in the midst of the noise and dust and fearsome clanging, back my companions come, bleeding and broken and battered as if I’d never ministered to them in the first place.

I’ve had it, I tell you!

My mind, I think, had been made up for some time when I saw it: tucked into a hillside in this place called the Blasted Lands. Red rocks basking in the sun around it, buzzards keening in the air, and always, always the sound of distant thunder threatening from the mountains. Even the occasional crystalhide couldn’t deter this feeling. I had come, at long last, home.

Pink Sky At Night, Sailor's Delight

Brother Mahar Ba at Nethergarde Keep has tried to deter me. He says the swirling portal to the south keeps spitting out weird creatures from Outland’s desert, and that the orcs are most pressing in their desire to keep the sanctum sanctorum of their heathen Dreadmaul Hold.

Mahar Has A Lot Of Explaining To Do

He’s told me the local miners are desperate for medical assistance- apparently there’s some trouble down the mine- which does not surprise me. When I attempted to find someone in charge in the Keep, the place appeared to be all but abandoned! Even their cellar was quite empty of provisions. These people need me.

Who's In Charge Here?

At last I might sit upon the rocks and warm my fragile bones in the blinding sunshine this place has in abundance. I might finally practice my sewing without the frantic hustle and bustle Dalaran offers without respite! Perhaps in time I shall even delve deeper into the art of enchantment.

And then when I stumbled upon my home- well, it was as though the Gods had spoken. Just needs a bit of mucking out.

Baby, If You Ever Wondered... Wondered Whatever Became Of Me...

I love this Blasted Lands place.

It is unchanging. It is immune from the vagaries of the hectic world. It is perfect, and here I shall stay.