So last night, fighting in the face of strange roster issues for tomorrow, TRI took a stab at Vashj – and oneshot her (our first time to do that), and then trundled over to Tempest Keep. Where we proceeded to have a barbecue and then take Void Reaver’s motorcycle away from him again.
We’re now officially 6/6 and 3/4, and seeing as how Al’ar went down pretty easily (three takes, I think?) I’m not seeing a big issue with taking him out again. The news on the street is that we’ll be doing Vashj and TK now on one night, and then either Kael or Rage Winterchill the next. With possible forays to off Magtheridon.
Last night was, unfortunately, one of the hardest nights for me in awhile. Not because of anyone else, but because, when it comes to the kitchen… well… I’m a great cook, and an accident waiting to happen. The last “mishap” involved an avocado and a chef’s knife, and ended with me attempting to put said chef’s knife straight through my hand. (I didn’t succeed, fortunately)
This one was… well, more brainless.
I was making a tasty baked omelette, with bread and cheese and eggs and mushrooms and bacon and onion and garlic and some asparagus. Yum! I baked it in my regular, heavy aluminum skillet. And when I removed it from the oven, I set it on the stove burner.
At which point my brain was thinking about getting food quickly and getting back to the raid, and previous habit said “skillet on stove, handle is never hot” and so I picked it up by the handle. Straight out of a 425 degree oven. I’d show you the blisters, but my digital camera cord is out of commission.
I will say that Clique saved my arse last night. It is possible to raid with one hand alternating between a bag of frozen stuff (I believe I went through peas, corn, strawberries, and peaches) and the keyboard and the other hand healing, especially when “healing” means holding down one key and clicking on people. I realized pretty quick that I was both able to heal and rather distracted by healing – which was good, as anyone who has ever had a bad burn on their hand knows.
Moral of the story? Don’t be stupid when it comes to stuff out of the oven. Rather appropriate for a night when we were after a fire-turkey…
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