The first tank understood that the guy doing heals (me) wanted to keep his mana bar fairly high; and there were a few situations where it was good that I did: a couple of times the mob went to shit and I had to heal everyone (AND ran out of mana before healing myself).
The second tank was of the "I'm gonna pull everything and ignore the healer" type. When I finally yelled "I AM OUT OF MANA" he started arguing with me about it: "I can see your mana" and "You can still cast a couple heals."
After a bit of this, I finally said, "Fine. You heal it," and quit the group.
My only regret is that I should have said, "Fine. If you're such an expert, YOU heal it," instead.
Look: I understand that warriors and feral druids run on "rage", and that rage decreases with inactivity. But the decay rate is not very high, and I was asking for twenty seconds, not an hour. Not even a minute.
Besides, the only reason I had as much mana as I did was that I had quaffed a mana potion in order to heal his stupid ass after I had already requested a mana break twice.
And who do you think would be bitching the loudest if I ran out mana, couldn't heal him, and he died?
It really comes down to this: don't tell me how to do my job. I need mana to heal and I want to top up any time my mana bar drops below 50%. If we finish a fight and I've got less than 25% mana, to me that says "RELOAD NOW," especially when the tank has already demonstrated that he's not paying attention to anything but the neon sign in his brain that flahses "KILL KILL KILL" every 30 seconds.
I wonder how long they had to wait for another healer.
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Scott Angell predicts more economic doom-and-gloom. There's no wishful thinking or pie-in-the-sky here; it's all sound reasoning.
Who would wish for a bad economy? Other than Democrats during a Republican administration, I mean?
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The people of Arizona have finally figured out that John McCain is a country-club Republican. McCain is doing his best to run as far right as he can, but I don't know how many people are fooled by this.
It would be wonderful if this were the year we got rid of as many RINOs as possible. I don't know how we'll do in November, but hopefully we elect a strong conservative majority, rather than a tepid "Democrat-lite" majority like we had 2001-2006.
...as long as we're using the beer analogy, tepid and flat.
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Wanting something a little different from the Chinese place, I got sesame chicken last night. It's basically the same dish as General Tao's chicken, only with a different sauce.
It is just as delicious as GTc is. I ate too much.
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...speaking of eating too much, something strange has happened: I have more energy.
My Dad--back when he was a few years older than I am now--ate big meals and invariably got acid indigestion when he went to bed. I remember him always having Alka-Seltzer around, back when it came as a stack of about 40 tablets in a glass vial with a screw lid.
Then his doctor told him to lose weight, and he started dieting. He wasn't eating as much at meals, cut out excess calories, and stopped eating before he felt full...and the acid indigestion vanished.
Yesterday morning there were no leftovers which interested me and I didn't want McDonald's, so I cooked a farm breakfast. But only one potato rather than two, and I swabbed nearly all of the bacon grease from the pan before starting the potatos.
Though halfway through eating I realized adding a potato means I should have only one egg (I'd cooked two) I ate the whole thing...and still felt hungry afterwards, though the hunger subsided after a little while.
I had breakfast expecting to feel sleepy and want to go to bed...but I wasn't tired. Before eating I felt as I normally do after an all-night computer session, and figured, "Once I eat, it's 'lights out'. As usual." But that's not how it worked out; I was up and doing stuff (mostly reading) until after noon. I hit the bank and the grocery store, running a couple minor errands, and then putzed around for four hours before I went to bed (and I still wasn't feeling hungry).
It seems counter-intuitive to me, that less food should lead to more energy, but when you eat a big meal your body has to digest it, and that means the blood is routed more towards the digestive organs, which makes you feel sleepy.
It's the best theory I've got. Nothing else explains it.
It's not just that; it's how well I've been sleeping over the past few days. I've woken up feeling good. I don't know how or why this is happening, but if it's at all related to my attempt to limit my intake, then it's the best and timliest positive reinforcement I've ever gotten for anything.
...I should shut up.
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Friday when I took Mom to the doctor's office, I hit the bookstore. I had a coupon for 30% off one book, plus $5 worth of "Borders bucks", so after buying three books my total was $21.08. Not bad. I got:
The Sigh of Haruhi SuzumiyaI had been looking for the Haruhi book every other time I went to the bookstore and had not seen it. My error was in looking for "The Sigh of" next to "The Melancholy of".
Spice and Wolf
Ichigo 100% #8
I'm a fool! Here I thought two books by the same author in the same series would logically be shelved next to each other, but of course everything must be shelved in perfect alphabetical order!
..."Sigh of" was in the "S" section and "Melancholy of" was (of course) in the "M" section. I believe these are the only two in current release here (and if I'm wrong, kindly tell me).
I briefly considered buying two volumes of Ichigo 100% but once I saw the Haruhi book I put #9 back and grabbed "Sigh". (It's released as Strawberry 100% here, which is why it's in the "S" section rather than the "I" section. That, at least, makes sense.)
That probably means I have not yet given up on Ichigo 100%. This one's not as hard for me to read as some of them were. My biggest irritation with the story is Junpei's inability to choose from the women surrounding him, and there's nothing else to the story.
Tenchi Muyo! and Ranma 1/2 remain on my top-five favorites list because they are good stories with great characters. TM! is a science fantasy story wrapped in a layer of harem comedy; Ranma is a martial arts comedy wrapped in a layer of harem comedy. The "harem" part is not the sole focus of the stories being told; it's an element.
The problem with Ichigo 100% is that it is 100% harem story. There's not enough humor in the harem situation to call it a "comedy" and Junpei is surrounded by really pretty girls who all love him--and he refuses to choose any of them, inadvertently stringing them all along. Yet the story is a comedy.
What it most puts me in mind of is I"s, to be honest. It has that feel; it's much the same kind of story, in fact. (That was a really good story, though the ending was a disaster. When you watch the OVA and say, "Geeze, that ending was a 'Gainax train wreck'!" and then discover to your dismay that's how the manga ended...argh.) At least I"s didn't try to make the harem aspect funny; it was a source of drama.
Ichigo 100% was done by the same artist who gave us Hatsukoi Limited, which was good. But that wasn't a harem story.
I guess I haven't completely figured Ichigo 100% out. I'm still sporadically buying the books, so I still have some interest in the story and characters. If I were rating it on the "four-star" system I'd give it a solid "2.5" just because of that; the art is solid and the characters are likable. It just needs some more pizazz.
(Points taken off for weird-looking characters. One of Junpei's friends--I can never remember the guy's name and I just call him "Heat Miser" because of his spiky orange hair. Can't stand that character design one little bitty bit. It doesn't help that the guy's a moron.)
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Last night we had some severe weather. Well--we did not; nearly all of it hit farther south. There was a tornaodo down somewhere in (I think) Kankakee county.
Then, about 1 AM, I checked the weather site and noticed that the temperature was near 60° and the dewpoint was 57°, so I checked outside and it was cool and dry, and the air was from the north.
Feeling like an idiot with too much access to technology--checking the temperature outside by using the Internet first, instead of just sticking my fool head out the door!--I shut the AC off and opened windows...and proceeded to sleep pretty well despite cats jumping into the windows and the fan making the occasional "my bearings are going bad" squeak.
The typical box fan you buy at Wal-Mart for eleven bucks uses sintered bronze bearings in the motor. The bearings are greased and then installed, and they have a decently long run life without being heavy-duty or prohibitively expensive. (How long do you expect a $11 fan to last?)
But the motor shaft is steel, and steel wears out the bronze bearing, sooner or later.
...only recently have I awakened to the cornucopia of stuff you can buy at the The Ace hardware store near here. The need to buy various fasteners, over the past couple of years, has led me to realize that down the fastener aisle, with its arcane stacks of tiny drawers, there is just about everything you need to fix anything. Every time I need something I spend just a few moments looking at the lables on the boxes, and I've found all manner of things I wouldn't expect to be sold by the piece anywhere but specialty stores or jobbers.
Including, I might add, sintered bronze bearings. I might be able to put new bearings in and extend the life of this otherwise-excellent fan a few more years.
...if I had the ability to machine metal, I could buy bearings from the hardware store, machine them to work with my rocking chair, and replace squeaking bearings whenever I need to. They have the right type, but they're not tapped for the bolts nor are the sides fluted. Otherwise they're perfect.
I could build about 90% of a seriously kick-ass go-kart using only materials bought there. A few things I'd have to go elsewhere for (seat, steering wheel, pedals, steering gear, etc) but the frame, engine mount, rear axle, wheels and tires--most of the thing could be built using materials from that store. I lack only money and will.
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Yesterday, on the way back from errands, I saw something so funny that it's a good thing I was already slowing the car down. I might have caused a wreck otherwise.
I saw some small animal run at full speed into the roadway with something fluttering behind it. "What the hell...?" I wondered. It took me a moment; then I realized that what I was seeing was a squirrel being chased by a sparrow.
The squirrel's tail was straight up as it ran, and the bird was harassing the thing. The squirrel paused and the bird landed on him; then he ran again and the bird hopped off as the rodent accelerated out from under it. The bird collected himself and lit out after the squirrel again, which ran under a parked car and hid.
I don't know what the hell that squirrel did to that sparrow, but man was that bird mad.
...I had started laughing as soon as I realized what was going on, the kind of laugh where you can't do anything else. Fortunately I had to wait for some traffic, because that gave me time to calm down a bit before I had to move the car. And I was still laughing hard as I parked the car in the driveway at home.
O Lord was that funny.