No, seriously, the cleanse button on my naga is sticking. So I used compressed air and it works… most of the time.
The next day, it was prime day. And what do I see? Razer peripherals up to 50% off…
We all know what happened next:
Well except I saved so much money that I had to pick up one of these:
So um yeah, shut up, I’m stuck in this house and I deserve shinies.
The impossible has happened. Little Jedi is tanking on her Assassin (she is a big fan of stealth classes). And she likes it!
We all already know she’s good at it. She is my spawn, after all.
She runs in there screaming “Hey I’m Mr. Meeseeks, look at me!”
We can discuss later whether it’s good parenting or awesome parenting to let her watch Rick and Morty.
With LJ’s already considerable tanking skills, my healing skills, and dad’s pewpew, we attempted a veteran flashpoint – you know, the kind where you are supposed to be able to bring in 4 dps and bullshit your way through it.
We got Maelstrom Prison. It was not bullshit. We had a dedicated healer and tank and wiped. We looked up all the mechanics and were doing what we were supposed to be doing. Still wiped. Multiple times.
Dude, fuck that flashpoint right in the ear. If I get it again, I’m quitting and just eating the 20 minute lockout timer. As it is, we’re now afraid to do a flashpoint on the republic side in case we get it again.
So the other night, I’m roaming around SWTOR and I send Little Jedi a tell.
Me: I’m bored.
LJ: What do you want me to do about it?
Me: RUDE.
OK fine, teens don’t want to play with their mommas. Whatever. Last night:
Me: Sup Nerd.
LJ: Excuse me but who is this?
Me: UR MOM (no seriously)
Me: But you were very polite when you thought I was a stranger
My bad for not giving her the names of all my alts.
Oh come on. You know you watched Hamilton on someone’s Disney+ account. Even my mom did. Get with the program.
Anyway, I teamed up with Hawt Twi’lek and killed all the things. Like this guy.
She won’t respond to my flirts. Rude.
I think I finished the story for now and um, now what? Play through the story pub side next, then who knows? Little Jedi has her own guild and she is doing her own thing. I came back to a guild that basically didn’t exist, no big surprise there. Guild searching sounds like an extreme pain in the ass, considering I have no interest in dealing with millennials. LFG, minimum age 35. I had to check to see that I’m on Star Forge server, post-server-merge #3 (possibly further consolidation while I was gone).
Any ideas?
So wait, he’s red. He’s not a zabrak (no horns) but he’s not a sith pureblood (no tentacles). Are we going to find out what his origins are? Is he transitioning to a new species? Inquiring minds want to know.
Little Jedi’s new pc arrived, meaning the old pc is now in my sweaty hands. I admit that it was a JOY to just plug something in and have it work. She was back in SWTOR quickly after reinstalling.
Don’t worry, I still got my “PC building fix” – now with improved swearing. Between my old pc and her old pc, I have combined them into an awesome “super old but functional pc”. It’s definitely snappier than my old pc and has better graphics than her old pc.
Get ready for the further adventures of Little Jedi (and, to a lesser extent, me).
My newly resurrected PC has been tragically conquered by windows updates. I did all the things to get it to live again, even a factory reset. Nope. OS won’t boot. Now, I could bang my head against it for a few more hours but it’s at least 7-8 years old and had boot problems before I mothballed it.
My loss is Little Jedi’s gain. The plan was a new Christmas PC, but we’re moving up the timetable to a new Now PC. I get the hand-me-down (which is only 4-5 years old, lol) and life goes on.
The question is – do we build the PC? Years ago that seemed like a good idea. Now I just want to skip the swearing portion of the day and go directly to “plug it in and boot up.” (If anyone has a recommendation, I’m so ready to spend less money.)
See you on the flipside.
This will all make sense in a minute…
So I ordered those little drawer bumpers, the little raised dots, size of a fingertip, that you put on your drawer corners so when the drawer closes it doesn’t make the crashy noise.
Well in my variety pack there were some tiny ones included that are perfect for computer keys. This comes at a great time as my muscle memory for my nostromo and naga is pretty pitiful.
As you can see, I’ve put little bumps on my nostromo left buttons (because I often misclick just on that column) and my naga (because it’s VERY easy to misclick). I can think of a ton of uses for people who don’t use specialized hardware just for keyboard purposes – orienting the wasd, or on the number pad, whatever.
I feel like I have to say “what’s up with me” not just because of being gone for 3 years but because of the absolute shitshow that is 2020.
The family
The husband and I are both employed and working from home. Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself, I remember that a lot of people don’t have that and I can’t be too mopey.
Little Jedi is doing online school. With both of us working from home, it doesn’t make sense to send her to a germ-ridden school. Online school kind of sucks but thankfully LJ is motivated to get her shit done (so she can move on to playing video games afterward).
We don’t leave the house. We get curbside groceries and occasional takeout. Once a month one of us has to go to physical office to work for a day.
Nobody has had a haircut in 6 months. I have to dye my gray roots myself. Without professional grooming, I grew a unibrow that I had to deal with. Nobody is wearing real clothes, just pajamas and sweats (I sort of love that part). No commute (I love that part a lot).
The cats are really confused that the humans never leave. One of them really loves photobombing Zoom calls. My coworkers are pleased for the interruption.
Covid
None of us got covid. Hopefully we won’t. We have three friends in their 40’s who did get covid. One ended up on oxygen but not a ventilator, and now has mysterious heart problems that were not there before. There is still wheezing and oxygen level testing for two of the three.
My great cousin-uncle made it to 94 years of age only to die of Covid. Not the way I want to go.
This is no joke. Stay safe.
Quarantine
Well, that’s been a whirlwind of activity. It’s hard to ignore the dishes piling up when you can see them from your workspace. There’s been a lot of home improvement going on in the kitchen and closets. Lots of swearing that the previous owners of the house did not use proper drywall anchors.
Cooking. Oh god, all the cooking. I’ve never cooked so much. I hate it. Meal planning with limited grocery runs is tasking the last of my brainpower. Fridge Tetris is not cool.
Gaming
So, in the course of home improvement, LJ wants to swap her bedroom with the office. I packed up my old PC in preparation for the move. At which point she stole my desk and my monitor, plopped her PC down, and started up her SWTOR account. Hence why setting back up for swtor is such a production (at the kitchen table as I was evicted from my former gaming station.) Dongle1 needed because I’m now far from the router and can no longer hard wire in.
TL;DR
Nothing to see here. We are boring shut-ins. But it could be way worse.
So… yeah, it’s three years later and I’ve just rebooted my olde pc to play with Little Jedi1. Little Jedi is now 12 and evil AF. She has a stealth operative and murders all the things. And now she’s got the husband and me back into it.
So right after I (1) update the website2, (2) purchase a dongle3, and (3) do years of updates on my creaky old PC, I’ll be ready to murder right along with her. Especially Quinn. Oh wait, I already murdered him. DO-OVER!