“What do you get when you cross an insomniac, an agnostic, and a dyslexic?”

“Someone who stays up all night wondering if there is a Dog.” – so quipped Groucho Marx.

He’s also the guy that said “I wouldn’t want to join a club that would have me as a member.”  (I’ve probably paraphrased that one.)

Anyway, I applied to two guilds over the weekend.  I know folks in both.  I know more in the one that apparently one-shotted Gruul last night.  I actually accepted guild invites from one working on Karazhan.  Except they’ve got really high standards, no exceptions, to going to Karazhan.  (Three of the four Heroic keys, 4 D3 set pieces, please don’t trouble the mages for water or food.  Better you spend your money for that.  Mages mana doesn’t grow on trees you know.)  And the other night, someone asked in guild chat, “Anyone want to do anything?”  “Do you need a tank?” I asked.  (Silence.) … Guess not.  The five simply got on their five alts, and picked up more Kara prerequisite stuff with themselves.

After joining with Msaker, my Warrior, and appreciative of all their activity (without realizing what the deal was) I also signed up my Shaman, Blackhoof, with them.  Guild’s a guild.

Well, Blackhoof had applied to another guild.  That one that one-shotted Gruul.  They were looking for a Resto Shammy.  Hey, that’s me.  But these guys are raiders.  What do they want with me in blues and greens?  So I joined the other guild.

Not going on any run with them (they’ve got all bases covered in any configuration needed) I was in Ogrimmar doing AFK Valley.  I leave the building and there is a Blood Elf Priest looking at me.  “/s Argh.”  I say.  “Hey, do you want to go to EOTS with us?”  Sure.  It’s the recruiter for the Gruul guild.  So they queued up.  I joined their vent.  (She whispered “Sorry for these guys” as if they were over the top.  But you know, raiders can be funny people.  These were.  One little convo was a guy wanting to transfer to Kirin Tor.  Bring his level 19 Hunter.  “For twenty five bucks I’ll level a Hunter to 19 for you.” one said.  In the raid chat someone typed “Let’s have him transfer, invite him, then /gkick him.”  Surely that was in jest, and that was pretty amusing.)

Anyway, we go into EOTS, we lose one, and we won one.  Yay.  I went there again later, alone, and got my butt handed to me six ways from Sunday.  It was just like being in AV.

For the benefit of the guild members not in Karazhan we got the rundown of loots looted.

The Gruul guild is actually looking for a couple Resto Shammys, and a new Warrior too it seems.  Was I geared for it?  Yeah.  Eternium Greathelm and King’s Defender, added to an already 490+ defense setup.

The wife isn’t in a guild at the moment.  She could be Resto.  Everything is still in play.

P.S. Skettis bombing is easy.  Dropping those bombs on cannon ball stacks while being shot at with flak, isn’t.  Is there a trick or something?

P.P.S. “Well, art is art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh… now you tell me what you know. ” – Groucho Marx

P.P.P.S. “Computer says no.”