a drunken night of philosophy

In wild celebration of buying my new BC, I got in a philosophical discussion with somebody, no idea who, about the mismanagement of funds from management, management being... welll... agents, police... the works.

As I see it, every starsystem just has a few weakspots in their defences where rats creep in, because every time on the same gods damned mission I get sent to the same spot. Why not save out paying all those triggerhappy gits (like me), save up the doe and hang a battery of missile launchers in deadspace overthere.
Sure, it will be costly, but on the long term much more cost efficient that having to pay those triggerhappy.. oh, well.. you get the point I guess. More drinks!

Shot in the dark

I loved my battlecruiser. Not in a passionalte wet and sloppy personal way, btu still, for a metal hulk of gears and guns, I loved her. Yes, I said her, for of course all my ships are female, appart from that one cargo-hauler, but we won't get into that right now.
But something went wrong.. the universe just blinked out of existence, just when I warped into a band of newfound rats. I don't know what kind of weaponry they had but MAN it killed my systems. On rebooting I found myself in an escape pod... and got the hell back to station.
Luckily I had the backup of trusted friends to pick up my wreck and salvage what they could... which wasn't much... and my miningship lay await for a month of painstroking, hard working mining, until... YES.. I could pay my way into a new BC, this time named Ride of the Valkyrie, just to piss people off so that they'd have the tune in their heads just the entire following day. :)

And she's sweet, too. The new equip from corp works fine... I can now tinker with good stuff to get her working the best she can, though I once again have a lot to learn about shield management, but hey, that's life right?

A spotlight for a worthy cause

I usually just mine my own business (:P), but on these guys (or gals? :P) I just wanted to throw a spotlight for their worthy cause for freedom to not only religeon and race, but also sexual preferance.

But, as a chaotic mind will always do, I lost the corp's name...
I'll look for you, the ones who 'fight for the right to approach from the rear', and will post your message here, soon.

Help me, if you know these guys, send me a word through Eve-mail and aid my search.

+added+
The name and group is found... it is Backdoor Bandit of the Minmatar Gay Rights League. Check out his bio and support the freedom for each and everyone to do as he or she pleases (as long as it doesn't harm anyone unwilling - see my post on loosing the BattleCruiser and jetcan-stealing. Those guys should rightfully so be crusified and pushed out an airlock).

Animals - updated

If you ask me, do I think
if animals can think
and if they can think
what do they think?

Would they think
humans can think
and if they could think
what would they think
about us.

So if you ask me, do I think
if animals can think
then I'd say, I think,
that I don't think that they can think.

Because if animals could think
and about us would think
and think that we could think
then I think they won't think
much good about us.

Planetfall - The silliness of our kind

Being held in Lockdown and no idea how long it would take, I decided to take a few days leave of absence. I went down to the planet and observed the locals and was amazed how much they were into a game, in which teams from all over the little blue globe competed against each other for honor of country, mocked and ground to dust each other when one was defeated, and shone pure hatred and envy to the other side, and those who did the hating didn't really do anything else but yell at their own team, distracting them from scoring the points. Those who win tear down everything around them in pure victory bliss, those who loose tear down all that surrounds them in pure frustration. In each case, people break things, and for what... because some atlets have competed.

These people seemed oblivious to the interstellar cold war that was going round just above their cloud-deck, four races of the same origin people trying to kill and maim each other in blind love for their own species.

Now I might be a simple pilot, but surely this way, the game and the war, it's quite the same, pointless, and cannot go on this way. No one can win, as the sons take up the arms of the fathers, or the cousins will, and no one group can truely eradicate anothe completely, no matter how hard they try, so the circle will go on and on and on.
So in general, every so often years, groups come to blows to compete in who is the stronger of that time and generally hate each other, but no one really knows what is to gain by it. Is it Glory? Pride? There is no glory, no pride, because the ones who proudly shout for the glory of their team amount to absolutely nothing, a useless guesture like screaming into the wind to stop. They don't create anything or help anyone, actions that live on. In basis, they just act this way to feel closer to each other, because they are proud together for the athletes of their realm, and it's just an excuse to drink vast amounts of alcohol, which blurrs their vision and their judgement.

It all made me remember what a friend once said to me, on a late night when I was trying to drink away the land-swagger one gets after being in space too long.

'To be true in honor, one must be the one whose hands are dirty in helping others. To be proud to live in a certain place means seeing and honoring those who do the work no one else can.'

The silliness of mankind...


To those who think they don't like me,
because I speak my mind.
You are not the first, not the last,
to think you can better me.

I just throw a mirror to reflect your self,
your actions, your words, your mind.
It is not me you hate,
but what you see me to be.

Just wait until you get to know me,
listen to me, think about the words a while.
Then you'll REALLY don't like me.

Because then you will truely know
I don't care a bit about you
until you speak your mind,
just like I do now.

So hate me in your anger,
beat me, even kill me,
and you'll only dissolve
in the acid you've spewed.

But embrace me in your kindness,
and you will be embraced.
See me for a wonder,
and I will see you too.

Kyraiela, 2008

A list of Angels (not the pirate kind)

While in Lockdown (see Lockdown for that), just to have something to do, I started on my long wanted list of Angels and Divine Entities, true saviours in need, those who quite deserve to be put in the spotlight, if only for once. This list will be amended from time to time, when Angels and Divine Entities make themselves known to me.


Angels:
Lukien: friendly hauler.
Robin_07: friendly hauler.
Meyket: friendly chatter when we cross paths.
Backdoor Bandit of the Minmatar Gay Rights League: This noble person fights for freedom of the most elusive but absolute kind in EVE, the freedom of Choice.
Corp members of VOC dutch division, of course.


Divine Entities:
Vincehouw: replacing my shot down BattleCruiser
Novemno: a great guy who got me started after I lost all.



With that, I also added a list of Assh*les, pathetic waste of spaces, and Absolute Assh*les, those who I wouldn't mind personally airlocking while Laughing Out Loud at them... may they die in Real from horrible diseases, after a good long time of intense suffering. Sending me proof of having shot (at) them, podkilled them or any other physical or mental harm did to them will deserve a spot on my Angels list.


Assh*les:
D_dark: canflipper and so de facto orethief, works for Nathan Harrow, Absolute Assh*le. Kill on sight, shame him into the darkest corners of oblivion.

Absolute Assh*les:
Nathan Harrow: shooting mining ships and threatening to destroy them for ransom, just for the fun of it. People like this would just enjoy spreading AIDS just because they have it to spread, a school bully just because he can, but pittyful because he needs to do it in EVE, for he lacks the power or the balls to do it for real and get beaten up for it by the REAL bullies, which he rightfully diserves. To be honest, I would lovingly give this guy to Backdoor Bandit, to open him up somewhat. As he is my first Absolute Assh*le, this one I put a hex on personally for quite painful and shaming diseases, but any who meet him can do him harm in any way they please and earn my respect and naming as an Angel. And all of this I say without any trace of hate, just stating my love for him with a smile on my face. Revenge will be mine, for karma cannot be denied.

Lockdown...

Nothing a truly special day, nothing really happening except for politics, which are booring anyway and therefore not worth min(d)ing, today I suddenly found myself in Lockdown and inspection of my goods.
Now normally I don't mind people examining my 'goods' as long as they keep their hands to themselves (lookie lookie, no touchie) but these guys were really 'intrusive' into my affairs!
To boot they depanded me to downloaded the latest patch of CPU-guidance software, or else I would find my licence for flying revoked! On inquiry of their legitimicy of their claim (or in my words 'who the hell they think they are') they showed me a cheap tin badge saying 'CCP' and a serial number on the back, gave me no time to write the number down or anything, and they claimed to have the right to me check out and make demands... so I let them check around, I have nothing to hide (or at least, when found I deserve it for not hiding it better) and they went on their way, but really...

This whole chebang cost me a full day of mining and running missions, a full day lost of income, and no way to be refunded for it... I asked.

Just who do these CCP guys think they are?? Some kind of secret police?
Is there really a greater power above the four races, who govern it all and pull the strings, maybe even make things happen the way they do?

From this moment on I will be suspicious of any- and everyone, my paranoid nature has grown exponationally since this last encounter. Even you, reader are now under suspicion... Or maybe I am just getting the dreaded fake-gravity station-sickness (reverse of space-sickness, which is kinda like sea-sickness but at 0-grav... much more 3D), longing to once again fly through the vastness of empty space doing damage to roids or to those who deserve it (in which case I am judge jury and executioner... but normally I am quite nice... really...). ARG! GET ME OUT OF HERE!

Loss of a BattleCruiser

Finlly I had saved up enough, with help of an anonimous sugar-daddy (who knows who he is, and so does his wife :P) after four years got back into the seat of a BattleCruiser, which I rigged for mining... 6 tech 2 mininglasers, with added CPU that was needed... friends who helped hauling here and there, but also sometimes I hauled myself by leaving my jetcan in space for just a moment.
Then it happened, some moron passed by, stole my can and dropped my ore in his own can closeby.
Annoyed as I was, I retrieved it and was amazed of the idiocy of law, for in taking back the ore, I was marked for theft and his friend, coward that he was, hung closeby in a battleship to shoot she sh*t out of me. When close to destruction, they even had the guts to demand tribute of 2 mil, which I didn't have, I just got the BC and was broke, and not only shot it to shreds, but podkilled me to boot. It's a clear cowardly act of people who are too much looser to be schoolyard bullies, but still have a mind of a 10 year old, to kill defenceless ships in absolute overpowerment and randsom them. And I am sure if I had paid, they hadn't shot me anyway, because sush is the nature of cowards.

Of course I was annoyed as hell, but learned that lesson very well that time.

So a Message to all: NEVER take back a stolen can, it's a trick of cowards who enjoy killing defenceless ships.

Rupture

So I was in the market anyway for a Rupture, since I blew up my old Rifter on a mission, and this guy assured me it had been in spacedock almost always, as the ship originally had belonged to his old grandmother who had died recently and as he flew Hurricane, he really had no use for it.
So we bartered a bit, weighted pro's and con's ands in the end wound up in a bar in the lowest part of the station to discuss progress and loss of true identity due to modernisation and spaceflight, in the morning I woke in his bed, did the walk of shame and after a quick shower went to check out my new find. As you would know it, on closer examination I found micro-fissures all about the hull, the engine missing a couple of parts, it looked like someone had opened up the core with a crowbar and glued it back together again upside down and backwards just to see if it would fit in more space than it originally had used, not to mention the unmentionables I found stuck under the control-console...
But then again, after a little elbow grease, hard work, sweat, tears and some blood spilled, it once again was a mentionable Rupture, and it was mine, all mine.
Of course it had taken just about swallowed up all my funds, so I was back to stripmining anything that didn't move in the first belt I met again just to buy the guns for the gunship, but hey, I didn't mind. Just thinking about cruising round in the fully equipped made-for-destruction (of others) meanmachine ticked away the hours like they were minutes.
I could just see it all... howitzers for long range, autoguns for skirmishes, a missile rack aimed tailwise for the sudden surprise when in 'tactical retreat', a bastard of a tech II shield recharger as I just KNEW I would take too much risk in it, and for the rest just about the best junk I could find... angels and pirates beware!
I named it 'GUN', for obvious reasons, but also because the former owner had named it 'Big Bertha' wich is a name you give to a cow, but never ever to a fine piece of engineered machinery like my new prize.

So while I was getting this all down, of course my mining lasers klonked out, loosing precious minerals all over space as I had forgotten to empty my cargo-hold in time, and still no one from the little new corp I had recently joined had shown up to haul the can into station... Sigh... apparently I had to do all of this myself, the hard way. I remembered that I had left my Mammoth hauler at another station, 5 or so jumps away, stupid me, for a corp mining mission in deeper space. Damn. More time for thieves to pick my barrel apart and steal my hour of hard work... pushing buttons for the automated system to do all the heavy lifting. But... no use moaning about what had not happened (yet anyway), I'd just have to make sure I'd be back in time before can implosion occured.

I was about that time a sudden thought popped into my mind: what if the Rupture is cursed? Everyone knows a story or two about the deadman's gun, a killed ships captain still haunting his vessel...
Luckily my musings were disturbed by a corp-member (I name no names...) coming online under an alias and he was willing to haul my bounty back to station.
While I waited we chatted a bit about current events on the corp-channel. I just thank the gods that it is a secure line and not public or else I would have had my licence to fly revoked due to general sillyness. We swapped stories about cargo-hold parties and I told about once visiting an illegal casino built into some strange-looking Caldari freighter, new ships we were working on and so, again, the Rupture came into talk.
Of course we were so involved in our talk that he hit the retro-thrusters too late and scratched my paintjob, but I decided not to make a fuss... I was happy he was willing to help.
With two hauls the can was empty and we returned, where he insisted on paying full market value, though I said I didn't mind taking one half priced for the corp.

So then it all came together... a skip and a jump... and my new Rupture was ready for business... and I do mean Serieus business.



I know, it's a shitty story with no moral, no real storyline and hardly a plot. Furthermore it's not all completely true and just vaguely based on events that happened. So what. I'd rather live in a romantic version of the world that I spin myself and have some control over then in the bleak grey chaos that is real life... mine has much more colour, and butterflies sometimes. :D

The Legendary Kyraiela Mining Song!

Original was lost in the mists of time... But I have recreated the masterpiece into a new format.
Now all I need is a guitarplayer and we'll record the song to play on EVE-radio!

Mining Song
by Kyraiela

I'm just here mining my own business
playing this here mining song
this mining takes a long long time
so I hope't won't take too long.
that I'm here mining my own business
playing this here mining song
and I hope it won't take long.

I'm just here mining my own business
while playing my guitar
it took me a lot of time to learn
but I hope it takes me far
I'm just here mining my own business
while playing my guitar
and I hope it takes me far

I'm just here mining my own business
in the darkness of the night
and slowly see my cargo filled
by the flickring laser's light
I'm just here mining my own business
in the darkness of the night
in the flickring laser's light

I'm just here mining my own business
while I pray for fame to come
for mining my own business
it just seems easier for some
I'm just here mining my own business
while I pray for fame to come
as it's easier for some

I'm just here, mining, praying, playing
until the time that I might hear
my own words to sound back to me
through the radio so clear
'till then I'll be mining, praying, playing
until the time that I might hear
the radio sound so clear

So if you, hear me calling out some time
just know that I'm like you
out here mining my own business
and sometimes feeling blue
that I am not a famous actor
or a singer out in space
I'm just one of human's race.

I'm just one of human's race.

and it's lonely out in space.

*** wanted: high tech person ***

... to make me a huge secure container with a mininglaser or two rigged on top if it so that it fills itself.

Come to think about it... could someone please explain to me why, if they could create autopilots to bring us to safely into starbases, they can't rig a programmable autopilot I could manage myself to, for example, fly my rig up and down from the miningcan to the starbase and back?

How does a mining-beam work anyway? Does the ore get beamed into the hold? It just appears there suddenly, so I guess so... So a smart techie could rig a tech 2 mining laser with an autpopilot, so it can beam the ore straight into someone ELSE's cargohold... would save alot of time pushing cans about...

Hell.. if you add all those up... someone rig me a ship with programmable autopilot, which can also handle small tasks like mining, pushing out cans, adding to cans, beaming into someone else's cargohold, rig another ship for transport duty, picking up the cans and fly to and fro stations???
It's not like I don't have better things to do than to do all this manually... I am of the silly pursuasion that I actually like lying on a sunny beach on Risa 7 with a lot of drinks from pinapples with umbrella's in them, while hot stuff gently massage sun-block onto me... I don't mind the free cash which the automated mining fleet would generate... really. Business would be booming, tech would soar, minerals would be cheap as shit, and we happy few at the start of all of it would be rich as hell!



Also... If Concord can place those auto-guiding badguy-shooting guns of them around gates, why not place them right at the doorstep of those mean but awefully stupid (yes, it's misspelled on purpose; their so stupid I can watch them with awe and wonder, head-on taking on ships which clearly outclass them... can you say deathwish??) NPC rat-groups which keep popping up at missions and in belts Every Damn Time! Just massproduce those guns and I'll set em up in the 0.1 to mine there. Hell, if everyone just buys one well have the safest universe anywhere.


And another thing. Could those Agents just got off their lazy asses and do the jobs they provide to others. I mean.. Every Time I meet up with one, he's just sitting there with that blank stare, eyeballing me!


ARG! If things were only as I wanted them to be... life would be so much better... I know... I'll run for Galactic President!! VOTE FOR ME! :D A vote for Kyraiela means a vote for Revolution against the settled order who abuse us!

First posting - Gluck gluck gluck Whohooo!!

Welcome, my loyal subjects. You might not have known this, but I am queen of the universe and you all are my personal slaves, to play, eat and mate with as I see fit.

In this blog I will post all my deepest thoughts, ramblings and muses, so bookmark it and keep coming back. :)

For now, I'd like to close with a description of my deeper self, as was my general Bio before I started this blog.

I go where I am lead by life and destiny.
I am a Child of the Stars in every way imaginable.
Yes, I dance naked in the pale moonlight.
Yes, I keep my face up towards the rain.
Yes, I sex with both the male and female.
Yes, I know the Rede by heart and soul.
Yes, I believe that one should do no harm (unless harm is done to you)
Yes I bless the Sidhe for fulfilling my wishes.
Yes, I see the world in every detail and magick.

I am lead by my gift of sight and soul, and am grateful for every day I am given.