Frikkin’ New Egg. Your open-box deal on a new graphics card was apparently too-good-to-be-true, as when it came my turn to open the box, I found the card had a little white mailing label attached and the words “physical damage” scrawled on it. Several other little pieces — important pieces? I dunno — lay in the bottom of that super-protective plastic baggie they ship computer parts in. Bastards. Now I have to deal with shipping it back in order to get a refund, and I have to weigh how badly (pretty badly) I want to upgrade my video capabilities. I did manage to add some RAM to my computer, but meh. I want to raid with something other than Mario Brothers settings.
Unable to raid then, K- and I helped my brother with the last bit of his Paladin mount quest. I’ve only done Scholomance maybe once or twice, so it was a bit of a clusterfuck. Caution: don’t let me tank. I’m horrible. Despite several deaths of K-’s poor priest (level 61 Scourge really hate level 50 Night Elves), we managed to complete the zone, getting my brother not only an armored pony but his first epic: Destiny. (K- and I both rolled on it, because we’re shitty like that, but gave it to my brother nonetheless.) My brother’s subscription runs out today, and Baby #2 is due any day for him, so I’m not sure if he’ll keep playing. If he does, I think I know a good guild for him, because he managed to consistently stand in the zombies’ Green Cloud of Doom last night.