This came to me from a friend (yes I have loads of friends) of mine... It's a true story as far as I know and it just pissed my pants when I heard it so thought to share it with all of you... both of you, okey, whomever reads this.
Supposidly some of the bigger spaceships once needed more crew than one to operate it, and so at one time, because there just were so much female applicants, they put all those women on one single ship. Quite figures that things went wrong, things broke down, and none of them had any idea how to fix it, because, well, men are just more technicly inclined and take less time to polish their toenails.
So a few men were deployed on that ship, it cruised around for a bit, and came back with a 20 to 30% pregnancy-rating!
Bloody hell! 3 men, about 40 women, and 30%... each one male... um... nope... I can't figure that. REALLY! WOMEN! Sometimes I forget that deep inside I am one, must be because of the lack of male compagnionship.
This is not the end... it goes on, yes really...
Those pregnant women were booted (hello), the rest were deployed all around other ships with the strictest forbidding that sex on board was NOT AN OPTION. Then the funniest thing happened, the women began running the ship. Not in the technical term, but they somehow became the most desired item 'to have' and so they could play the men to their hearts desire. but when docking time came, NONE of the men stayed with them, until boarding time and then again they were the most desired. Now HOW will you get someone F*cked up more, by during the voyage having them be the most desired and then be dropped like a brick, and then be desired again! Ego soars higher than the firmament and then drops like a bring into the deep nothing, to be lifted again...
Thank the gods nowadays were not that stupid anymore, to put men and woman together in a capsule... they tend to breed like rabbits and there just isn't enough room!
These days the ships thay fly with more than one on board is all male... 'because it's not gay while you're underway'. Now how's that for a corp-slogan!
vrijdag 16 januari 2009
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.
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.
POS, or what the f*ck??!!
Right... In this message I want to post my concerns to the growing generation of people who think it's 'neato' (anyone using that word should get shot, reward or not) to 'own their own POS'. I mean what the f*ck!!?? Isn't it enough anymore for people to own their own ship, now they need an entire STATION to fit their ego in? And guess who's gonna cry when someone else, who just hasn't got such a big POS as the other buy, takes the shine to shoot the damn thing to shreds... there will be tears, bloodfeuds, murder, chaos, end of the universe... All because some people 'have to own their own home'. RENT F*CKERS! It's CHEAPER!
Not only you DON'T pay for the loan to BUY the f*cking thing, you DON'T pay for all the repairs that need to be done now and again. You just pay the RENT.
Now some people will start weaseling like 'but I just can't find anything I like in the renting market'.. well TOUGH SHIT! We don't all get exactly what we want, it's part of living to take on the challenges to make due with what you can find and be happy with that.
'But I have to wait for my research so long' is another brilliant remark I got when I stated this in a friends channel (thanks for not kicking me out yet guys). Whell here is my brilliant reply: 'HAVE YOU GOT SOMETHING BETTER TO DO!?'
Gods, guys... you totally miss the point. Life is to life, not to make more money...
Oh well... my 20 minutes mining is up... time to head back to station... drop Ice and return here to mine so more...
Hmm.. me think me is doing something wrong here...
Not only you DON'T pay for the loan to BUY the f*cking thing, you DON'T pay for all the repairs that need to be done now and again. You just pay the RENT.
Now some people will start weaseling like 'but I just can't find anything I like in the renting market'.. well TOUGH SHIT! We don't all get exactly what we want, it's part of living to take on the challenges to make due with what you can find and be happy with that.
'But I have to wait for my research so long' is another brilliant remark I got when I stated this in a friends channel (thanks for not kicking me out yet guys). Whell here is my brilliant reply: 'HAVE YOU GOT SOMETHING BETTER TO DO!?'
Gods, guys... you totally miss the point. Life is to life, not to make more money...
Oh well... my 20 minutes mining is up... time to head back to station... drop Ice and return here to mine so more...
Hmm.. me think me is doing something wrong here...
Mass-shipping
Is it me or would it be so f*cking simple to drive a fleet by yourself? I mean, just rig a drone, type of drone depending on what you want to do, INSIDE the cockpit of a ship and deploy it, fly out fleetwise, or if you really want to get picky, load the Orca with it, fly it to a belt, and go mass-mining, missionflying or whatever all by yourself in a group. It would mean a ship for every one of my personalities... I'd love that, to be able to wave to myself.
Sigh.. I miss friends I think... Spending far too much time alone in an ice-cold belt, taking ice into my hold... makes me feel... well.. cold inside.
Sigh.. I miss friends I think... Spending far too much time alone in an ice-cold belt, taking ice into my hold... makes me feel... well.. cold inside.
Ice-mining / Loads Of Cash
Well now, it's been a while since I wrote something here (as someone *YES YOU*) pointed out...
Time for a new warpminded blog then...
The point is that when I thought 'Yes, I can blog that!' I was annoyingly blocked by my own password protection, to which I had no idea what this password was. After a lot of hassle I finally found it again, and now I forgot what I wanted to write about. Oh well, that's life I guess... In one ear, out the other.
But, for Icemining... Yes, I am into Icemining these days.
The new corp, (I got booted from the last one, can't imagine why, and with a few close friends we have risen a new corp, something some of us were already longing to do. But, as with everything, the corp needs CASH, and loads of it.
The good thing about Icemining is, is that it's all automated. You set up the ship in the belt, mining, takes about 20 minutes to fill up, and then you fly it home, drop stuff, fly back, another 20 minutes. Plently of time to do all household chores around the cabin and the hold, though strangely enough none of them seem to get done anyway. What is weird is that suddenly my life is devided into sections of 20 minutes with 5 to 10 minute intervals... hmmm.. must look into that sometime... when I have 20 minutes or so to spare...
First plan of the corp is to get an Orca and make EVEN MORE CASH, and so, yes I said the fool, am spending day and night Icemining in my hulky Hulk, trying to figure new sceams to get some cash together.
For one, the pawn-shop corp was a fun idea, people can leave ships there, will be stored on name in the corp hanger, in trade for half the worth of the ship. If the monthly fee, one-tenth of the loan, is paid, the ship stays where it is, until the loan is fully paid back. If the fee ISN'T paid, the loaner forfots on the ship, which then can be sold by the corp for less than it's worth. Couldn't be simpler right, money all around.
Of course there is the corp programming and such to get something like this working, but hey, that's for the nerds, I mean Techs to figure out. But for this plan to work, first thing that is needed is LOADS OF CASH, so damn, there I go again.
It seems that LOADS OF CASH, LOC for short, seems a big problem, a lock so to speak, on my whole planning.
And WHO STEALS MY IDEA I WILL FIGHT IN COURT OF LAW FOR MY BRAINCHILD! Sheesh... you can't trust anyone anymore, not even your own mind for remembering things... Life... don't talk to me about life... I mean... I'm LIVING IT! :)
Time for a new warpminded blog then...
The point is that when I thought 'Yes, I can blog that!' I was annoyingly blocked by my own password protection, to which I had no idea what this password was. After a lot of hassle I finally found it again, and now I forgot what I wanted to write about. Oh well, that's life I guess... In one ear, out the other.
But, for Icemining... Yes, I am into Icemining these days.
The new corp, (I got booted from the last one, can't imagine why, and with a few close friends we have risen a new corp, something some of us were already longing to do. But, as with everything, the corp needs CASH, and loads of it.
The good thing about Icemining is, is that it's all automated. You set up the ship in the belt, mining, takes about 20 minutes to fill up, and then you fly it home, drop stuff, fly back, another 20 minutes. Plently of time to do all household chores around the cabin and the hold, though strangely enough none of them seem to get done anyway. What is weird is that suddenly my life is devided into sections of 20 minutes with 5 to 10 minute intervals... hmmm.. must look into that sometime... when I have 20 minutes or so to spare...
First plan of the corp is to get an Orca and make EVEN MORE CASH, and so, yes I said the fool, am spending day and night Icemining in my hulky Hulk, trying to figure new sceams to get some cash together.
For one, the pawn-shop corp was a fun idea, people can leave ships there, will be stored on name in the corp hanger, in trade for half the worth of the ship. If the monthly fee, one-tenth of the loan, is paid, the ship stays where it is, until the loan is fully paid back. If the fee ISN'T paid, the loaner forfots on the ship, which then can be sold by the corp for less than it's worth. Couldn't be simpler right, money all around.
Of course there is the corp programming and such to get something like this working, but hey, that's for the nerds, I mean Techs to figure out. But for this plan to work, first thing that is needed is LOADS OF CASH, so damn, there I go again.
It seems that LOADS OF CASH, LOC for short, seems a big problem, a lock so to speak, on my whole planning.
And WHO STEALS MY IDEA I WILL FIGHT IN COURT OF LAW FOR MY BRAINCHILD! Sheesh... you can't trust anyone anymore, not even your own mind for remembering things... Life... don't talk to me about life... I mean... I'm LIVING IT! :)
vrijdag 24 oktober 2008
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!
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
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?
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