Noobs... also named 'aren't they cute'

Noobs.... sigh...
We got 2 new ones in the corp and they remind me so much of who I used to be, when wide- and starry eyed entered the glamerous world of interstellar travel, with all of those uncharted spaces to explore.
Well, it's now... what... 2, 3? years later and still I am only a persec away from home, lying in an Icebelt, mining the shit out of it. oh, I fould a (quite communly used) loophole around the whole drone-flying thing... a friend sometimes let me fly also her ship on remote control, but it does mean deviding my attention to twice as many gages and dials... I got just about two virtual cockpits around me... it's like I'm seing double, but just 'just not quite'. Maybe soon I'll be able to run a double remote control, when CCP gets of it's ass and figures out why the third link doesn't work... buggerers... I still haven't forgotten the 'kind request to update your systems'... bloody dominant power-upsurbing tirants...

I think I'll just go and kill someone tonight... Who's with me.

Oh, I totally went off the topic there for a moment... Noobs, aren't they cute.

First one:
'Those Cargo Expanders, what do they do?'
'They make more room for cargo.'
'Oh. Cool. How do they do that?'
Well F*CK I donno... don't you just want to slap them around the room...

Second one:
'How do I fly those drones?'
'You buy them, put them in the drone bay, and you'll get an extra option to deploy them and make them do tasks.'
'yes, but HOW.'
'Huh? How What.'
'How do I tell them to do stuff.'
'Uh. you lost me.'
'Do I need to program them or something. Where do I buy those programs.'
'No bud, their preprogrammed.'
'Oh. That's a pitty.'
'Do I dare to ask,' she hesitantly asked.
'Well I like to get experiance in programming.'
THEN BUY THE F*CKING BOOK FOR IT MORON!

Gods... sometimes... Argh...

The worst thing is that these two ARE NOT the two noobs in the corp. They get along spiffingly, did a lvl 3 mission with me just last night, didn't get killed, though I think one of them pissed his pants while yelling 'Holy Shit LOOK BEHIND YOU!' when a new band of rats jumped in about 2000 m behind us... okey, they were barges that left REALLY BIG blips on the screen, but still.
It's the two, sometimes more, noobs in my head that really can drive me crazy sometimes...

Thank the Gods I never had children... and never hope to have... Pitty for my mother, but I'm just not equipped for rugrats that feed peanutbutter sandwitches into the ships drive and screen reply system 'because the ship was hungry'. (TRUE STORY from a friend of mine!) KIDS ARE MUTANTS THAT THRIVED ON AND SPAWN FROM THE BELLY OF UNSUSPECTING WOMEN! Remember that next time you pat one... their just as likely to smile as take your arm off. I've seen nicer weavels.