chair update

*sends emails to various & sundry informing them that chair is still broken*

The part is not under warranty, which means getting authorization from the insurance before the part can be ordered, which means who the fuck knows how long things will take.

Being housebound is Not Fun. Even if it is cold outside. (Well, California cold, but still.)

hacking is loltagious

So I am happily watching CotG (whee they are all so young and adorable) and knitting, and I realize my mIRC window is flashing -- people from my WoW guild were asking me if I was signed in.

Which I wasn't.

Getting hacked is /fun/.

...changed password, ran scans on my computer, and then opened a ticket. My main (lvl 85 shaman) was missing the chest, legs, rings, trinkets, relic, and weapon/shield of heal set, as well as the entire dps set stored in teh bank, and a lot of my inventory.

Oh, and all the gold.

(Well, no, not all of it. They left me 94 silver 6 copper.)

The 82 rogue is missing some gear and all the Cata-level herbs and volatile elements and stuff. 80 mage seems okay? It looks like they were mainly after Cataclysm-level stuff.

Fuck this shit anyway.

(And I decided to give in and get an authenticator -- I had been resisting because it was RL money, but it's an additional layer of security, right? -- except the battle.net store isn't accepting my credit card information. And yes I am keeping an eye on my cc for Suspicious Activity in case I have a keylogger or something, though I doubt that's the case, and this is just me typing something in wrong, but it is icing of suck on a cake of suck.

...at this point I am just kind of saying 'fuck everything' until tomorrow. Am hanging out in WoW in case they get back to me and have questions, but it's not like I can do anything useful with half my equipment missing.

oh you so fucking did not go there

So I have been reading through The Artist's Way -- not just the bit about the Morning Pages, but it's useful and talking about ways to nurture your inner artist and I'm kind of liking it, and then there is the bit that makes me see red because of the blatant ableism.

( In which I am cranky )

I do not even have words to express what I am feeling right now.

Proves her point nicely, doesn't it?

(yes, that last was sarcasm. fuck this whole day already, I'm going to bed.)