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!