Month: January 2026

[WoW] Gold Making – Week 1 (2026)

Well, the first week of 2026 is done, and I brought in just shy of 5 million gold for the week. I had some really big sales, most notably the Rich Purple Silk Shirt pattern that went for over 800k for that single item alone. Even though you can transfer gold and items from any server to any server, MOST players won’t go to those lengths. Whether it’s because they don’t know they can, or because they don’t have access to the warband bank. That means buying on a cheap server and shuffling the items off to a more expensive server remains one of my best gold making methods. Folks who are focused on gold making and saving gold will of course use these tactics, they’re too good not to.

The rest of the sales were the usual transmog and nothing much of note. Out of the 10 servers I’m currently selling on, only 8 had sales, with two of those servers making up the bulk of all sales for the week. I’m reluctant to expand past those 10 servers right now, as the items sold vs. time spent posting doesn’t always balance out, and after gold making for over 9 years now, that’s something that is of high value to me (my time). I used to sell across 25 servers but I took a look at the total sales per server and dropped a bunch of them a few months back. It has impacted my gold earned slightly, but it also freed up a lot of time so that instead of spending approx 1-1.5h posting auctions each day, I could just spend 30 minutes posting while eating breakfast. Much better for consistency, which is key.

I hope everyone is off to a great start so far in 2026, and here’s to a great week of gold making. Happy gaming, no matter where you find yourself!

[EVE] Gas, Gratitude, and Narrow Escapes

Gas huffing has always been one of my favorite ways to lose track of time. There’s something soothing about it—the slow draw of clouds into my hold, the quiet of j-space pressing in, the sense that for once nothing needs to be rushed.

Which is probably why I didn’t notice the Stiletto at first.

I was distracted by something shiny—some glimmer in the cloud that made my brain go ooh—and by the time my d-scan caught up with reality, things had escalated quickly. One Stiletto. Then an Enyo. Then a Malediction. And finally, because the universe has a sense of drama, a Tengu.

I did what any reasonable explorer would do: my heart attempted to exit my Prospect.

I was scrammed almost immediately, engines whining uselessly as my ship refused to go anywhere. I remember thinking, very calmly, yeah, that’s fair—completely prepared to be podded, because this one was absolutely on me.

Then, because I am apparently incapable of being normal, I spoke in local.

o7 hugs – enjoy the content!

Yes, I know. Local in j-space. Technically frowned upon. But Signal Cartel isn’t most people, and honestly? If I’m going to die, I’d rather be polite about it.

To my surprise, they answered. Turns out they were running training exercises. Even more surprisingly, they thanked me—thanked Signal Cartel—for the work we do keeping Thera bookmarks updated. Apparently those routes had saved them more than once.

I smiled so hard it probably showed on my Prospect’s biometric readouts.

Scram dropped. No podding. Just a moment of mutual respect floating in a gas cloud where I fully deserved consequences and somehow didn’t get them.

As I aligned out, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the universe had gently cleared its throat—nothing cruel, just a quiet reminder to keep one eye on d-scan next time, no matter how pretty the clouds look.

I warped off toward my freeport home, hands still shaking a little. My heart was racing, my cargo hold smelled like gas, and the stars felt very close all of a sudden.

But I was safe.

And sometimes, in j-space, that’s more than enough.