Is is me, or is the Insurance bracket of Eve totally screwed up.
For a percentage of the cost of your ship per month, you can insure the ship.
Sure, fine, I get that.
But the only people who these days insure their ships are the ones who know they will be getting blown up in the nearby future, most of the time even the same day, so either they are PVP or gankers.
So the insurance people are getting only a fraction of the cost by income while they to pay for new ships over and over again!
That's impossible!
There is no way they can stay in business!
There is something really screwy about that.
It's only logical that if I buy insurance and I get shot up, I'd have to pay more insurance the next time as I am a risk factor.
Better yet, when you got shot up by Concord, you sure did something wrong, so no payout!
It's only logical!
Insurance doesn't make sense!
vrijdag 5 augustus 2011
maandag 1 augustus 2011
Eve that is
I've been taking a long hard look at the calander and clock of Eve and wondered why it bothered me so much.
It's been there all this time, quietly in the background, just ticking away,
seconds to seconds,
minutes to minutes,
minutes to hours,
hours to days,
days to months,
months to years...
And then I got it.
Why the hell are we still handing on to a time-cycle and calander of a time long past, from a world that was, in a distant time and a far away galaxy...
Wouldn't it be a lot easier to devide seconds to 100 in stead of 60, minutes to 100 in stead of 60, hours to 100 instead of 24, days into 100 in stead of 30, months to 10 in stead of 12...
It would make a whole lot more sense than keeping into step with a time and place long gone by.
zaterdag 16 juli 2011
Warning: Doing PI can be hazardous to your health!
Right...
so I started doing PI a little while ago (PI = Planetary Interaction, for those who don't know)
and now I got 3160 units of water in my hold.
Cool eh?
But I got to thinking how much water that actually is, so I did some math.
In the info it states that 1 unit of water is 0.36 m3 of water.
Multiplied by 3160, that makes 1200 m3 of water.
Quite a lot right?
But now it gets scary. I looked this up, you can too if you really want to.
1 m3 of water = 1000 bottles of 1 liter.
that makes 1.200.000 bottles of water!
ARG!
Taken into account that a human lives 100 years,
that is still 12.000 bottles a year!
Devided by 365 days of old earth calendar, that is 32.8 bottles a day!
You can't drink that many! That's deadly!
PI is trying to kill me!
Sell the stuff, quickly, before you fall in it and drown!
Sell sell selll!!
so I started doing PI a little while ago (PI = Planetary Interaction, for those who don't know)
and now I got 3160 units of water in my hold.
Cool eh?
But I got to thinking how much water that actually is, so I did some math.
In the info it states that 1 unit of water is 0.36 m3 of water.
Multiplied by 3160, that makes 1200 m3 of water.
Quite a lot right?
But now it gets scary. I looked this up, you can too if you really want to.
1 m3 of water = 1000 bottles of 1 liter.
that makes 1.200.000 bottles of water!
ARG!
Taken into account that a human lives 100 years,
that is still 12.000 bottles a year!
Devided by 365 days of old earth calendar, that is 32.8 bottles a day!
You can't drink that many! That's deadly!
PI is trying to kill me!
Sell the stuff, quickly, before you fall in it and drown!
Sell sell selll!!
maandag 6 juni 2011
Concord: Just add Life
Yes, hello? Is this Concord? I have a complaint.
Hold please? Sure. I'll hold.
* fifteen minutes of Muzak*
Yes, hello there. I have a complaint.
What? Wrong extension?
But you'll put me through?
Well alright then.
Yes, I'll hold.
*twenty one minutes of the same Muzak *
Yes. Hi there. This is Concord Complaints department?
Great. Gods, it was hard getting hold of you. I...
* nineteen minutes of Muzak, not even being asked if I can hold. By this time you'll be humming along with the tune *
Gods! Yes, hello there! I have a complaint concerning interstellar waiting patterns!
No damn it, don't put me on... too late.
* a miraculous only nine minutes Muzak. At this point you're balefully putting words in the text where there aren't any, hoping someone at the other end is listening to you waiting. *
- Icy cold voice - Hi There. Is this the Interstellar waiting pattern complaint department subsection B, personal grievences? Yes, Good. Thank you.
I have a question. A silly one really. Not really even the bother of calling you, but hey, beter asked than not my mother always said. Only a silly goose doesn't ask a question, there are no wrong questions, only wrong answers.
Yes. Yes, she was a very nice mother, very kind, thanks for me being allowed to waste your time.
Look. On the point of the congestion at Jita gate. Yes. Yes, I was there a little while ago, yes. Quite busy intersection, yes.
Now look... I just wanted to ask if I could help with anything.
No. You've got everything under control. Yes. Good.
THEN WHY DID IT TAKE YOU OVER AN HOUR TO ANSWER ONE SINGLE FUCKING QUESTION!
*hangs up*
(and for a real good laugh, just google Concord Just add Life :) Then you'll understand why their ships are so goddamn slow at the scene all the time.)
Hold please? Sure. I'll hold.
* fifteen minutes of Muzak*
Yes, hello there. I have a complaint.
What? Wrong extension?
But you'll put me through?
Well alright then.
Yes, I'll hold.
*twenty one minutes of the same Muzak *
Yes. Hi there. This is Concord Complaints department?
Great. Gods, it was hard getting hold of you. I...
* nineteen minutes of Muzak, not even being asked if I can hold. By this time you'll be humming along with the tune *
Gods! Yes, hello there! I have a complaint concerning interstellar waiting patterns!
No damn it, don't put me on... too late.
* a miraculous only nine minutes Muzak. At this point you're balefully putting words in the text where there aren't any, hoping someone at the other end is listening to you waiting. *
- Icy cold voice - Hi There. Is this the Interstellar waiting pattern complaint department subsection B, personal grievences? Yes, Good. Thank you.
I have a question. A silly one really. Not really even the bother of calling you, but hey, beter asked than not my mother always said. Only a silly goose doesn't ask a question, there are no wrong questions, only wrong answers.
Yes. Yes, she was a very nice mother, very kind, thanks for me being allowed to waste your time.
Look. On the point of the congestion at Jita gate. Yes. Yes, I was there a little while ago, yes. Quite busy intersection, yes.
Now look... I just wanted to ask if I could help with anything.
No. You've got everything under control. Yes. Good.
THEN WHY DID IT TAKE YOU OVER AN HOUR TO ANSWER ONE SINGLE FUCKING QUESTION!
*hangs up*
(and for a real good laugh, just google Concord Just add Life :) Then you'll understand why their ships are so goddamn slow at the scene all the time.)
Complaints and Grievences
I've got a couple of complaints.
Actually I have a lot of them, I've got a Blog full of em, but a lot of those I can't really do anything about so I try not to think about them.
But the most annoying to me is the carelessness of people, just general people, which is you, me, and everyone else.
It is why I wish to redub the line : 'In Space Noone Hears You Scream' into 'In Space Noone Really Cares If You Scream.'
Maybe they could hear you, if they really wanted to, if they really tried, but it is a fact that they don't because they just don't bother, they just don't give a shit.
You could be hanging on for dear life in your pod, floating in a giant puddle of your own vomit, excrement and bowls, drifting in mid space right next to a stargate because you forgot you had bad standing with some race, who keeps track right?, right next to your wreck while flashing a great big sign saying 'HELP ME' and the only 'help' you'll get is that some wiseguy comes to salvage your ship and you'll never see the components ever again!!
I mean! What about humanity?! What about friendship!? What about being civil to each other and just send a little convo asking 'hey, are you alright?'
Well GodDamn you all! Goddamn every stinking one of you! And Goddamn the Gods of CCP who created this world for their own amusement to watch me suffer!
And Goddamn everyone who isn't kind enough to leave me a goddamn message after having read and laughed about my blog!
It's lonely out in space! Reach out and touch someone, and I DON'T mean with missiles!
RRAAAAHHH!!
Oh what the hell. Why do I bother. Why do I even blog. No one is listening.
'In Space Noone Really Cares If You Scream.'
Leave a message after the beep.
Beep.
Actually I have a lot of them, I've got a Blog full of em, but a lot of those I can't really do anything about so I try not to think about them.
But the most annoying to me is the carelessness of people, just general people, which is you, me, and everyone else.
It is why I wish to redub the line : 'In Space Noone Hears You Scream' into 'In Space Noone Really Cares If You Scream.'
Maybe they could hear you, if they really wanted to, if they really tried, but it is a fact that they don't because they just don't bother, they just don't give a shit.
You could be hanging on for dear life in your pod, floating in a giant puddle of your own vomit, excrement and bowls, drifting in mid space right next to a stargate because you forgot you had bad standing with some race, who keeps track right?, right next to your wreck while flashing a great big sign saying 'HELP ME' and the only 'help' you'll get is that some wiseguy comes to salvage your ship and you'll never see the components ever again!!
I mean! What about humanity?! What about friendship!? What about being civil to each other and just send a little convo asking 'hey, are you alright?'
Well GodDamn you all! Goddamn every stinking one of you! And Goddamn the Gods of CCP who created this world for their own amusement to watch me suffer!
And Goddamn everyone who isn't kind enough to leave me a goddamn message after having read and laughed about my blog!
It's lonely out in space! Reach out and touch someone, and I DON'T mean with missiles!
RRAAAAHHH!!
Oh what the hell. Why do I bother. Why do I even blog. No one is listening.
'In Space Noone Really Cares If You Scream.'
Leave a message after the beep.
Beep.
Murderers and Litterbugs
Don't you just hate 'em.
People who shoot at a hard-working pirate and then just leave the wreck there, as if shooting pirates is some sort of sport, for their enjoyment, and they don't think twice about the spouse and kids they leave father or motherless. No wonder when they grow up those kids grow to become pirates themselves, it's for REVENGE! Leave the poor pirates alone! Especially the ones named Brittney! Haven't they suffered enough!?
But if you Do shoot at pirates, especially when they've decided to shoot at you, which can be kind of annoying, especially when doing missions, clean up after yourself. Haul in the loot, salvage the wrecks.
And if you don't, don't be annoyed at someone else doing it for you. Their cleaning up YOUR mess! Be THANKFUL for that, send them ISK! They're doing YOUR JOB!
And what I REALLY HATE is people throwing out secure cons all over the place and littering the sky around jumpgates with messages, because... oh, no, wait. I've got my own PR guy now.. never mind. :)
People who shoot at a hard-working pirate and then just leave the wreck there, as if shooting pirates is some sort of sport, for their enjoyment, and they don't think twice about the spouse and kids they leave father or motherless. No wonder when they grow up those kids grow to become pirates themselves, it's for REVENGE! Leave the poor pirates alone! Especially the ones named Brittney! Haven't they suffered enough!?
But if you Do shoot at pirates, especially when they've decided to shoot at you, which can be kind of annoying, especially when doing missions, clean up after yourself. Haul in the loot, salvage the wrecks.
And if you don't, don't be annoyed at someone else doing it for you. Their cleaning up YOUR mess! Be THANKFUL for that, send them ISK! They're doing YOUR JOB!
And what I REALLY HATE is people throwing out secure cons all over the place and littering the sky around jumpgates with messages, because... oh, no, wait. I've got my own PR guy now.. never mind. :)
Scotty's (or the CCP cloning incident)
I heard this from a drunken driver in a bar where I do some of my... more lucrative trade agreements, so it must be true.
Because of what I heard I wish to apologize to Scotty for my last blog about Scotty's Second.
Once there was One Scotty. The original.
He was unique and lived his life enjoying himself earning his isk. I don't know what he did for a living, but I'm sure he enjoyed himself because why else be in the world of Eve if not for enjoyment and getting the isk.
Then CCP came along and said something like 'hey you, you're perfect, you're unique, we're gonna clone you!'
And who can say no to CCP right? They rule the whole damn multi-verse so their quite overly powerful.
So Scotty went along, hoping he'd come out of it alive, or at least with his ships reimbursed, and then... BANG.
The ultimate power of CCP was so great that there were an infinite number of Scotty's and to make things worse, all Scotty's were immortal!
Now what's a Scotty going to do.
Long disputes about 'that hat is mine' and 'get off my wife!' followed in which no judge could tell who'se is what's and vice versa, and it was decided that all Scotty's would just have to go and live on different stations.
Banned from their home-world! All those poor Scotty's!
Just think about that when you board next time and get annoyed because Scotty won't let you out of your ship!
You bastard!
Because of what I heard I wish to apologize to Scotty for my last blog about Scotty's Second.
Once there was One Scotty. The original.
He was unique and lived his life enjoying himself earning his isk. I don't know what he did for a living, but I'm sure he enjoyed himself because why else be in the world of Eve if not for enjoyment and getting the isk.
Then CCP came along and said something like 'hey you, you're perfect, you're unique, we're gonna clone you!'
And who can say no to CCP right? They rule the whole damn multi-verse so their quite overly powerful.
So Scotty went along, hoping he'd come out of it alive, or at least with his ships reimbursed, and then... BANG.
The ultimate power of CCP was so great that there were an infinite number of Scotty's and to make things worse, all Scotty's were immortal!
Now what's a Scotty going to do.
Long disputes about 'that hat is mine' and 'get off my wife!' followed in which no judge could tell who'se is what's and vice versa, and it was decided that all Scotty's would just have to go and live on different stations.
Banned from their home-world! All those poor Scotty's!
Just think about that when you board next time and get annoyed because Scotty won't let you out of your ship!
You bastard!
Scotty's Second
Right, well now... here's the truth: I hate waiting. Standing in lines for me is the most stupendous thing to do, it takes time away from my work, mining, which costs me 20 mil an hour, which is... calculating... 333333.333 isk a minute.
Yes, I am that good, so could I PLEASE get some special privilege? Could Scotty just hurry his ASS around when he sees me coming, as I am a very well known fixture in this station by now, I've lived here for THREE YEARS NOW!
But each time I enter the station, Scotty tells me it will take 12, 6, 4, 2, 1 second to get out of my own frigging ship. Look bud, I will decide when it can disembark right? I've logged more docking time in my life then you have done having sex! Get a life, stop wasting mine!
But it's no use. Scotty just looks at me blankly as I rage on and eat the upholstery in frustration, waiting... waiting... waiting...
Yes, I am that good, so could I PLEASE get some special privilege? Could Scotty just hurry his ASS around when he sees me coming, as I am a very well known fixture in this station by now, I've lived here for THREE YEARS NOW!
But each time I enter the station, Scotty tells me it will take 12, 6, 4, 2, 1 second to get out of my own frigging ship. Look bud, I will decide when it can disembark right? I've logged more docking time in my life then you have done having sex! Get a life, stop wasting mine!
But it's no use. Scotty just looks at me blankly as I rage on and eat the upholstery in frustration, waiting... waiting... waiting...
zaterdag 16 januari 2010
Incarnation and G.H.O.S.T.
Now I have installed a couple of jump-clones, I have found other... well... I can only put it as 'personalities' linked to me.
I don't know how this happened, it definitely wasn't my fault, but I started a little experiment.
And I succeeded.
In not jumping to a jump-clone, which is kind of jumping forward (or back), but always into myself, though in a different body. But by jumping sideways, I found myself in a space I had not seen before.
There was a mid-space of non-creation, where I was free to incarnate myself into any race, any layer of the community, and choose my own name and how I look.
These 'Alts', for the lack of a better definition, are still low skilled, but can solve one of my biggest problems, namely CorpWars.
With these Alt incarnations, I can just go about my business, but when trouble starts, I can just jump sideways to an Alt, which is placed in a different corporation, and none shall be the wiser.
It's totally non-aggressive, so Ghandi, eat your heart out, will always give me my fun and will annoy anyone stupid enough to war against me, which is the best fun of all.
What if an entire corp worked like this.
Warmakers would pay through the nose to keep a war against an empty corp with no one to kill.
I think I would call it GHOST-corp, as like ghosts we are gone when you look straight at us.
When advertised directly on corp information, it would even reduce the number of wars against us, for warmakers would know our infallible tactic and just leave it be, no shops to destroy and so profit to be made.
We would own no structures and just rent, or move a highsec POS from place to place, packing it in when war was declared. Only when we ourselves cause a war could we be harmed.
With good profits and minimal losses, we would be non-aggressive kings and queens of the Universe!!
Now I only need to solve the riddle what the letters G.H.O.S.T. stand for... It must be something to do with what we are, not being there when the shit happens... anyone got idea's? :) Maybe corp-ticker GHANDI? :D
You gotta love the possibilities of the world we live in...
I don't know how this happened, it definitely wasn't my fault, but I started a little experiment.
And I succeeded.
In not jumping to a jump-clone, which is kind of jumping forward (or back), but always into myself, though in a different body. But by jumping sideways, I found myself in a space I had not seen before.
There was a mid-space of non-creation, where I was free to incarnate myself into any race, any layer of the community, and choose my own name and how I look.
These 'Alts', for the lack of a better definition, are still low skilled, but can solve one of my biggest problems, namely CorpWars.
With these Alt incarnations, I can just go about my business, but when trouble starts, I can just jump sideways to an Alt, which is placed in a different corporation, and none shall be the wiser.
It's totally non-aggressive, so Ghandi, eat your heart out, will always give me my fun and will annoy anyone stupid enough to war against me, which is the best fun of all.
What if an entire corp worked like this.
Warmakers would pay through the nose to keep a war against an empty corp with no one to kill.
I think I would call it GHOST-corp, as like ghosts we are gone when you look straight at us.
When advertised directly on corp information, it would even reduce the number of wars against us, for warmakers would know our infallible tactic and just leave it be, no shops to destroy and so profit to be made.
We would own no structures and just rent, or move a highsec POS from place to place, packing it in when war was declared. Only when we ourselves cause a war could we be harmed.
With good profits and minimal losses, we would be non-aggressive kings and queens of the Universe!!
Now I only need to solve the riddle what the letters G.H.O.S.T. stand for... It must be something to do with what we are, not being there when the shit happens... anyone got idea's? :) Maybe corp-ticker GHANDI? :D
You gotta love the possibilities of the world we live in...
zaterdag 9 januari 2010
Universal Blackout
I am shocked.
I am outraged.
I... I don't have words to express how shockingly outraged I am.
Refitting my ship, I suddenly found my hand clasping around in absolute darkness.
No light. Nothing.
Though a window I saw stars go out one by one, while I heard the beat of a distant drum... or I could have imagined it, I'm not sure.
In all the universe the light was dying, fading, popping out of existance and just for a moment,
just for one a moment in time,
I was afraid of the dark.
Then I stood up, pounded my fists against the glass (lucky it was there and not a forcefield holding the nothing out or else a cold corpse would be typing now,
I raged, Raged against the dying of the light, but found it too tiring,
and then I thought a marvelous thought, a wonderous thought.
I thought about all the billions and billions of people out there,
who were seeing exactly the same as I did,
experiancing what I felt in this giant blackout,
and never before did I feel so completely one with the universe.
How can I be the only one thinking this?
There must be more, amongst the billions,
people who can shout out with me and turn this tide of voilence,
for underneath all these different clothes and different skins we are all the same,
descendants of the Old Race, Brothers and Sisters alike,
united through a single heratage,
called the human race!
And then I thought of one person,
somewhere inbetween all those billions of people,
who had found the plug to the universal fusebox
and found it funny to just see what happens if he'd pull it.
Him I now HATE and will hunt and kill until he's Dead!
PS. Traffic Advisory Officials are supposed only to ADVISE on travel routes, not close down complete damn StarGates!! Them I hate too.
The rest of you... well... the moment of universal oneness passed and now you'll all have to proove yourself to me to be my friend. Donations of large sums of ISK help. :)
I am outraged.
I... I don't have words to express how shockingly outraged I am.
Refitting my ship, I suddenly found my hand clasping around in absolute darkness.
No light. Nothing.
Though a window I saw stars go out one by one, while I heard the beat of a distant drum... or I could have imagined it, I'm not sure.
In all the universe the light was dying, fading, popping out of existance and just for a moment,
just for one a moment in time,
I was afraid of the dark.
Then I stood up, pounded my fists against the glass (lucky it was there and not a forcefield holding the nothing out or else a cold corpse would be typing now,
I raged, Raged against the dying of the light, but found it too tiring,
and then I thought a marvelous thought, a wonderous thought.
I thought about all the billions and billions of people out there,
who were seeing exactly the same as I did,
experiancing what I felt in this giant blackout,
and never before did I feel so completely one with the universe.
How can I be the only one thinking this?
There must be more, amongst the billions,
people who can shout out with me and turn this tide of voilence,
for underneath all these different clothes and different skins we are all the same,
descendants of the Old Race, Brothers and Sisters alike,
united through a single heratage,
called the human race!
And then I thought of one person,
somewhere inbetween all those billions of people,
who had found the plug to the universal fusebox
and found it funny to just see what happens if he'd pull it.
Him I now HATE and will hunt and kill until he's Dead!
PS. Traffic Advisory Officials are supposed only to ADVISE on travel routes, not close down complete damn StarGates!! Them I hate too.
The rest of you... well... the moment of universal oneness passed and now you'll all have to proove yourself to me to be my friend. Donations of large sums of ISK help. :)
dinsdag 5 januari 2010
Hardwiring
I spent this evening in a quite interesting way, and thought I'd write a bit about it.
This might be very funny for the ones out there who know a little about hardwiring a ship, for the rest it's most likely to give a 'jeah... right'. I don'[t mind either one. :)
Trying to configure a second CPU into my ship setup so it would be easier to manage my many many activities I found it would boot, at all, and my ship sent out a signal, a signal I had never seen before.
It was a wide broadcast, I don't think it was picked up for there was no reply, but it did send out to a specific coding, and so I began tracing back what the hell was going on.
CPU: fine.
Cooling: fine. I dusted it off just in case.
Wiring: fine.
Memory: fine.
Storage: fine.
So why didn't the system boot?
Why was there this message, beeping over and over again?
I took the system apart.
I put it back together gain.
Still no boot.
Still beeping.
I took the system apart to it's least needed components,
and there it was again.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Sigh.
I ran a full diagnostic, disabeling the secondary system form the first.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
But I did somehow disrupt the signal going out, it now just noted that it couldn't, giving no further reason.
I docked, ran a check, and found references to this mysterious signal.
I cursed, ran back to my ship,
and plugged in a loose cable way at the back that connected a something with a something,
then I switched on the array and...
it started fine.
Sometimes I hate myself for being too smart, really.
I keep stumbling around in the dark
looking for deep solutins to even deeper problems,
when something is just as easy
as turning on the light.
This might be very funny for the ones out there who know a little about hardwiring a ship, for the rest it's most likely to give a 'jeah... right'. I don'[t mind either one. :)
Trying to configure a second CPU into my ship setup so it would be easier to manage my many many activities I found it would boot, at all, and my ship sent out a signal, a signal I had never seen before.
It was a wide broadcast, I don't think it was picked up for there was no reply, but it did send out to a specific coding, and so I began tracing back what the hell was going on.
CPU: fine.
Cooling: fine. I dusted it off just in case.
Wiring: fine.
Memory: fine.
Storage: fine.
So why didn't the system boot?
Why was there this message, beeping over and over again?
I took the system apart.
I put it back together gain.
Still no boot.
Still beeping.
I took the system apart to it's least needed components,
and there it was again.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Sigh.
I ran a full diagnostic, disabeling the secondary system form the first.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
But I did somehow disrupt the signal going out, it now just noted that it couldn't, giving no further reason.
I docked, ran a check, and found references to this mysterious signal.
I cursed, ran back to my ship,
and plugged in a loose cable way at the back that connected a something with a something,
then I switched on the array and...
it started fine.
Sometimes I hate myself for being too smart, really.
I keep stumbling around in the dark
looking for deep solutins to even deeper problems,
when something is just as easy
as turning on the light.
Blinking red light
Sometimes I get this feeling,
and I don't know if you recognise this,
but I think you do, or at least will when you've read it,
that there is something that you are forgetting,
because there is a nagging sensation,
pulling at you from somewhere,
telling you something,
but in a language you just don't understand,
or is just that bit too far away,
to hear.
(now you have read it, do you know the feeling?)
I got this feeling today,
when I noticed on my controlpannel,
this blinking red light,
flashing on and off,
on and off,
and on and off.
Not in a threatening manner
like onoffonoffonoffonoff
saying 'you're gonna DIE!
but just on
and off
and on
and off.
Really quiet,
soothing,
rythmic even.
blink
blink
blink...
And it kept me thinking,
why are you blinking at me,
little red light,
what are you trying to tell me.
Whisper it to me,
little red light,
is there something I've forgotten?
Did I turn you on to help me remember something,
or are you on a timer which I set?
Tell me, little red light,
I want to remember,
I am sorry I forgot,
so please... help me out,
just a little bit.
And ony then you see the smoke rising from your aft-burners,
and you find you, just for a moment, wasn't paying attention,
but that someone was shooting you right out of your stuffing in the meantime,
but just 1/5th on hull Concord interviened and shot the git to hell!?
Well,
this happened to me today.
How was your day?
and I don't know if you recognise this,
but I think you do, or at least will when you've read it,
that there is something that you are forgetting,
because there is a nagging sensation,
pulling at you from somewhere,
telling you something,
but in a language you just don't understand,
or is just that bit too far away,
to hear.
(now you have read it, do you know the feeling?)
I got this feeling today,
when I noticed on my controlpannel,
this blinking red light,
flashing on and off,
on and off,
and on and off.
Not in a threatening manner
like onoffonoffonoffonoff
saying 'you're gonna DIE!
but just on
and off
and on
and off.
Really quiet,
soothing,
rythmic even.
blink
blink
blink...
And it kept me thinking,
why are you blinking at me,
little red light,
what are you trying to tell me.
Whisper it to me,
little red light,
is there something I've forgotten?
Did I turn you on to help me remember something,
or are you on a timer which I set?
Tell me, little red light,
I want to remember,
I am sorry I forgot,
so please... help me out,
just a little bit.
And ony then you see the smoke rising from your aft-burners,
and you find you, just for a moment, wasn't paying attention,
but that someone was shooting you right out of your stuffing in the meantime,
but just 1/5th on hull Concord interviened and shot the git to hell!?
Well,
this happened to me today.
How was your day?
dinsdag 22 september 2009
Wrong buttons!
Why, someone please tell me, for I'm dying to know,
did the designers, people who should know better because they build the damn things,
put wrong buttons, those buttons you Really don't want to press atany time,
in the Wrong places, where their easily accesable?
Please.
Someone.
Anyone.
I mean, there you are, flying along in your Hulk, or whatever, because it really doesn't matter what you're flying, but for the sake of agument just take it that you're flying or else my point is moot if you, just as an example, are drinking in a station pub while your ship lies safely docked and powered doen in the port... you get my drift...
So, there you are, flying along at lightspeed, hyperspeed, pladspeed, whatever, the speed doesn't really matter, just as long as youy're flying at any speed, for hanging perfectly still in space can also be considdered as flying, but that's beside the point...
Again, so there you are, nicely flying along at anyspeed, when suddenly you notice, because you always suddenly notice things, never something comes along that you slowly notice, it's not like your eye will go for something like hey, well now, soon that light will go on and fleash red any time now, oh yes, there it is... but I'm getting of the subject...
Sign.
Flying along, anyspeed, suddenly notice a light flashing and before you know it you're lying deda-still in your pod and your ship is disappearing on the horison... which isn't really a horison, but in space there is no direction, no up or down, no left or right, so if you turn sideways at any angle, the horizon will be there right before your eyes because it is only measured in your brain as the direct line extended from your two eyes... oh hell...
flying, anyspeed, flashing light, still in od, shp disapearing, yes, out of sight, still going at anyspeed and then you realise your elbow had been resting, just by accident, on the emergency escape button??
WHO THE HELLS PUT THAT BUTTON THERE!
Which moron, idiot, halfwit, brainzombie of a designer thought that right in the elbow room would be a neat place to stick such a botton!
TELL ME!
did the designers, people who should know better because they build the damn things,
put wrong buttons, those buttons you Really don't want to press atany time,
in the Wrong places, where their easily accesable?
Please.
Someone.
Anyone.
I mean, there you are, flying along in your Hulk, or whatever, because it really doesn't matter what you're flying, but for the sake of agument just take it that you're flying or else my point is moot if you, just as an example, are drinking in a station pub while your ship lies safely docked and powered doen in the port... you get my drift...
So, there you are, flying along at lightspeed, hyperspeed, pladspeed, whatever, the speed doesn't really matter, just as long as youy're flying at any speed, for hanging perfectly still in space can also be considdered as flying, but that's beside the point...
Again, so there you are, nicely flying along at anyspeed, when suddenly you notice, because you always suddenly notice things, never something comes along that you slowly notice, it's not like your eye will go for something like hey, well now, soon that light will go on and fleash red any time now, oh yes, there it is... but I'm getting of the subject...
Sign.
Flying along, anyspeed, suddenly notice a light flashing and before you know it you're lying deda-still in your pod and your ship is disappearing on the horison... which isn't really a horison, but in space there is no direction, no up or down, no left or right, so if you turn sideways at any angle, the horizon will be there right before your eyes because it is only measured in your brain as the direct line extended from your two eyes... oh hell...
flying, anyspeed, flashing light, still in od, shp disapearing, yes, out of sight, still going at anyspeed and then you realise your elbow had been resting, just by accident, on the emergency escape button??
WHO THE HELLS PUT THAT BUTTON THERE!
Which moron, idiot, halfwit, brainzombie of a designer thought that right in the elbow room would be a neat place to stick such a botton!
TELL ME!
dinsdag 2 juni 2009
The ultimate speedrace
It just so happened that some cargo needed shifting after a mining op, and so I cloned myself for the occasion and flew a Fenrir and a Charon all the 12 jumps. Just for fun I raced them against each other and commented it in corp channel.
The original was in dutch, but for you, my loyal fans, I'll translate and embelesh it a bit, as usual. :P
Kyraiela > And the race is off... orca and charon have hit the start-off point at *bleep* - edited for safety reasons - at the same time, though Charon was already making the turn as Fenrir just exited the station, but hey, this happens. The object is who gets to *bleep* first. :D
Kyraiela > Just for the record, both ships run on autopilot on the same processor speed, to keep things fair.
Kyraiela > Annnddd the Fenrir takes the lead right from the get-go to jump into warp first.
Kyraiela > It's a bit of a mash, for as the Charon was already turning, it crossed the Fenrir's exit path, which was followed by a collision throwing the Charon off course in turn. But hey, that's the game, there are no rules. We're just bloody lucky neither ships have guns mounted for else it would be an expensive race.
Kyraiela > The AU of both ships is the same, so it will all hang on the speed the ships can make on the long stretch towards the gate.
Kyraiela > Owwww... disadvantage for the Charon to exit warp laying sideways and now corrective measures are needed before it can start on the first stretch, while the Fenrir is already zooming at top speed.
Kyraiela > It's a neck on neck race, in which the Fenrir seems to tick just a little faster than the Charon, in expertise to wrangle just a little bit more from the engines. But will they hold, that is the real question.
Kyraiela > It is true though that the Charon will get bonus points for the larger hold it's carrying, so who knows, it might just win on points alone... it's excitement all around.
Kyraiela > Annnddd the Fenrir is the first through the gate!
Kyraiela > Just at the time that Charon enters through the gate, Fenrir slips into warp, leaving just a trail of dust for Charon to follow. The speeds are amazing, what power and precision, truely it's mastery of both pilots.
Kyraiela > The fenrir seems to be caught in a hard turn at the *bleep* gate, Charon is closing in on it's heels, but the turn finishes just in time... no... no, wait.. It's Charon who takes the lead now, being first to warp! The is is truely amazing!
Kyraiela > We have no camera view within warp, but it is Fenrir who exited first, we have no idea what happened in there, but as said, theonly rule is that there are no rules and so the excitement continues towards the *bleep* gate.
Kyraiela > At this peak of thrills we have to go to commercials for just a little while, but stay tuned for this exiting and amazing death-defying race.
Kyraiela > *followed by three quarters of an hour about toothpaste and female hygene pads*
Kyraiela > Annndd we're back, the race is still on, for those who have just tuned in, this is live, the exciting race between two mammoths of the fleet, the Fenrir and the Charon, from *bleep* to *bleep*. Let's see how things are at the finishline.
Kyraiela > This is Biff at the finishline and neither ships are still in sight. The crowd is waiting anxiously, many people are together here in the observatory, overseeing the last stretch. The objective is, clearly stated, to enter the station first. Anddd there a dot appears, it's speeding straight for us, could it be... the fenrir or the charon... no, wait, it's just a pod from some low-sec moron. It's an easy mistake to make as the sizes are so absolutely different.
Kyraiela > Well that's all the time we have, stay tuned as we will get who won through into the next show. Thanks for watching and a good night to all.
Kyraiela > *three quarters of an hour about coffee-pads and female hygene pads, followed by a general health hazard message not to get the two mixed up, especially after using.*
Kyraiela > We interrupt this program of 'Recently escaped criminals who live near you' for this important message.
Kyraiela > This is sports newscast from around the galaxy, noting that it was indeed the fenrir who finished first. Though the Charon did put up a brave fight, it clearly was no match. But stay tuned, as the rematch of the race will soon start, and this time the ships will be fully loaded just to make a difference, just when our last fan walked out to get parts for his motor-cycle, Hey, we know this isn't much for sports, but it still better than watching soccer or hockey.
Kyraiela > *switches off the screen and pulls out a book from the shelf*
The original was in dutch, but for you, my loyal fans, I'll translate and embelesh it a bit, as usual. :P
Kyraiela > And the race is off... orca and charon have hit the start-off point at *bleep* - edited for safety reasons - at the same time, though Charon was already making the turn as Fenrir just exited the station, but hey, this happens. The object is who gets to *bleep* first. :D
Kyraiela > Just for the record, both ships run on autopilot on the same processor speed, to keep things fair.
Kyraiela > Annnddd the Fenrir takes the lead right from the get-go to jump into warp first.
Kyraiela > It's a bit of a mash, for as the Charon was already turning, it crossed the Fenrir's exit path, which was followed by a collision throwing the Charon off course in turn. But hey, that's the game, there are no rules. We're just bloody lucky neither ships have guns mounted for else it would be an expensive race.
Kyraiela > The AU of both ships is the same, so it will all hang on the speed the ships can make on the long stretch towards the gate.
Kyraiela > Owwww... disadvantage for the Charon to exit warp laying sideways and now corrective measures are needed before it can start on the first stretch, while the Fenrir is already zooming at top speed.
Kyraiela > It's a neck on neck race, in which the Fenrir seems to tick just a little faster than the Charon, in expertise to wrangle just a little bit more from the engines. But will they hold, that is the real question.
Kyraiela > It is true though that the Charon will get bonus points for the larger hold it's carrying, so who knows, it might just win on points alone... it's excitement all around.
Kyraiela > Annnddd the Fenrir is the first through the gate!
Kyraiela > Just at the time that Charon enters through the gate, Fenrir slips into warp, leaving just a trail of dust for Charon to follow. The speeds are amazing, what power and precision, truely it's mastery of both pilots.
Kyraiela > The fenrir seems to be caught in a hard turn at the *bleep* gate, Charon is closing in on it's heels, but the turn finishes just in time... no... no, wait.. It's Charon who takes the lead now, being first to warp! The is is truely amazing!
Kyraiela > We have no camera view within warp, but it is Fenrir who exited first, we have no idea what happened in there, but as said, theonly rule is that there are no rules and so the excitement continues towards the *bleep* gate.
Kyraiela > At this peak of thrills we have to go to commercials for just a little while, but stay tuned for this exiting and amazing death-defying race.
Kyraiela > *followed by three quarters of an hour about toothpaste and female hygene pads*
Kyraiela > Annndd we're back, the race is still on, for those who have just tuned in, this is live, the exciting race between two mammoths of the fleet, the Fenrir and the Charon, from *bleep* to *bleep*. Let's see how things are at the finishline.
Kyraiela > This is Biff at the finishline and neither ships are still in sight. The crowd is waiting anxiously, many people are together here in the observatory, overseeing the last stretch. The objective is, clearly stated, to enter the station first. Anddd there a dot appears, it's speeding straight for us, could it be... the fenrir or the charon... no, wait, it's just a pod from some low-sec moron. It's an easy mistake to make as the sizes are so absolutely different.
Kyraiela > Well that's all the time we have, stay tuned as we will get who won through into the next show. Thanks for watching and a good night to all.
Kyraiela > *three quarters of an hour about coffee-pads and female hygene pads, followed by a general health hazard message not to get the two mixed up, especially after using.*
Kyraiela > We interrupt this program of 'Recently escaped criminals who live near you' for this important message.
Kyraiela > This is sports newscast from around the galaxy, noting that it was indeed the fenrir who finished first. Though the Charon did put up a brave fight, it clearly was no match. But stay tuned, as the rematch of the race will soon start, and this time the ships will be fully loaded just to make a difference, just when our last fan walked out to get parts for his motor-cycle, Hey, we know this isn't much for sports, but it still better than watching soccer or hockey.
Kyraiela > *switches off the screen and pulls out a book from the shelf*
Fame!
Oh my Goddess... it finally happened. :)
I was contacted by a complete unknown who had read my blog and commented me on it, and I mean in a positive way, for the last oddball started noting that my spelling wasn't all that. Well Frack you, I am dutch by origin and english isn't my native tongue. Just be happy I take the time at all to write to keep you entertained while you mine! Moron!
*takes deep breath*... I've been taking self-helf anger management classes... well.. tapes, but who cares.
But this guy was friendly and nice, we chatted for a while.
Next thing I know I visited a station's sauna and lo and behold, people recognised me! Some even came up to me to ask me if this was me who published this book. On which I pointed to the back of the cover and said I donno, looks like me'... :)
The word spread and finally now I can say I am famous. On one station in one particular place, but still.
Fame.
Adore me.
Worship me.
Now if I can only get the ISK from it to buy a small out of the way station just for myself...
I was contacted by a complete unknown who had read my blog and commented me on it, and I mean in a positive way, for the last oddball started noting that my spelling wasn't all that. Well Frack you, I am dutch by origin and english isn't my native tongue. Just be happy I take the time at all to write to keep you entertained while you mine! Moron!
*takes deep breath*... I've been taking self-helf anger management classes... well.. tapes, but who cares.
But this guy was friendly and nice, we chatted for a while.
Next thing I know I visited a station's sauna and lo and behold, people recognised me! Some even came up to me to ask me if this was me who published this book. On which I pointed to the back of the cover and said I donno, looks like me'... :)
The word spread and finally now I can say I am famous. On one station in one particular place, but still.
Fame.
Adore me.
Worship me.
Now if I can only get the ISK from it to buy a small out of the way station just for myself...
Scams
The gall of some people, really... just bluntly asking for ISK like 'I am poor, so pay me your hard-earned money' or the likes... really, if you're poor go work, there's plenty around, I'll even give you a tech 1 mining laser completely free if you'd just shut it and get to it,
Taking people hostage in lowsec for ransom, then shooting the ship and THEN asking for a pod-ransom... sigh. These people should just be strung up by their balls with a piano-string.
But sometimes you really find some treasures, who I award with the prize of 1 ISK, like this one:
Miss valentia > Wow, I was just given a large sum of ISK,.. and I feel like spreading the wealth. :), but I have to have some faith that you're not going to just "take the money and run", so send me some isk for faith, and I'll send you 2x times that back.
Some people you just gotta love, right? :)
Taking people hostage in lowsec for ransom, then shooting the ship and THEN asking for a pod-ransom... sigh. These people should just be strung up by their balls with a piano-string.
But sometimes you really find some treasures, who I award with the prize of 1 ISK, like this one:
Miss valentia > Wow, I was just given a large sum of ISK,.. and I feel like spreading the wealth. :), but I have to have some faith that you're not going to just "take the money and run", so send me some isk for faith, and I'll send you 2x times that back.
Some people you just gotta love, right? :)
donderdag 12 maart 2009
Beware of the Orca!
When I told people in Paradise I was training (for) an Orca, they gave me such curious glances that I dove a little into their history. Apparently some biology geek named a sea-creature after this beautiful ship, but what kind... it's a ferocious flesh-eating waterdweller who likes nothing better than to eat baby seals! My god man! Have some perspective! A true Orca is big, but gentle as it can't carry shit for weapons not mine worth a crap... it's just a nice flagship that when skilled right can give nice bonusses to group-effort mining.
SO to this biologist I'd like to say, get a grip! Instead of diving down into the blue and pesturing water animals, look up into the sky and see what happens overhead in the wonderful world of outer space! What you eat with, eat from, live in, drive in... life here began out there, far far away amongst the stars, where a small group of rag tag fugitive miners try to carve out a piece of the world for themselves. *cue music of the old Battlestar Galactica theme*
*pause*
The Orca is doing fine though. I put in some modifications right from the start to make it more useful to the corp, like cargo rigs, cargo expanders and giant cargo cans to... well.. expand cargo capacity for one.
*unpause - music continues*
*pause*
By the way, she's still at it, without interruptions. I must give credit to those stupid ass Gallente that their endirance seemingly knows no limits.
*unpause - music continues*
*pause*
Don't you just hate people talking right through the credits of your favorite movie? I do...
*unpause*
SO to this biologist I'd like to say, get a grip! Instead of diving down into the blue and pesturing water animals, look up into the sky and see what happens overhead in the wonderful world of outer space! What you eat with, eat from, live in, drive in... life here began out there, far far away amongst the stars, where a small group of rag tag fugitive miners try to carve out a piece of the world for themselves. *cue music of the old Battlestar Galactica theme*
*pause*
The Orca is doing fine though. I put in some modifications right from the start to make it more useful to the corp, like cargo rigs, cargo expanders and giant cargo cans to... well.. expand cargo capacity for one.
*unpause - music continues*
*pause*
By the way, she's still at it, without interruptions. I must give credit to those stupid ass Gallente that their endirance seemingly knows no limits.
*unpause - music continues*
*pause*
Don't you just hate people talking right through the credits of your favorite movie? I do...
*unpause*
donderdag 12 februari 2009
Return from Paradise and new pupil
I've been neglecting my duties to all of you, my fans, to update my blog, so here it goes.
Though Paradise was creat for a while, in the end I longed back for honest work of Icemining.
When I was back to work, I did long for the sauna I had there, so go figure, one always wants what one doesn't have, eh?
Oh well.. after her tour was up, I hesitated for a while to take on a new pupil. Not that the end-benefits of training her hadn' t been nice and partially paid in some small manner to the persuit of the Orca, but because of the moral implications of taking advantage of such an honest... oh bugger this, I was lazy, okey?
But the corp had different plans. Just after the first pupil another was thrust onto me, with whom I landed into a fistfight only three days in. That was the end of that contract and as a reward, corp gave me a friggin' Galente to train!
I mean.. Galente! Really! Not only was she stubborn and obnoxious, she had such a strange smell on her, like she did wash, but used soap made out of stale eggs or such. She called it her perfume... well ladieda to her for me not liking the stuff. And she's a thief too, enjoys nothing more than to take other people's cans and salvaging their wrecks.
She did amaze me though...
After a week or such, Corp finally forked over the 200 mil that was needed to buy the Orca. Not that I myself hadn't mined the total amount by then, but to leave me with a sense that the Orca wasn't 'just mine', but I had to share with others. Well I don't play well with others... so my readers who know me from the start well know I recon.
But hey, about amazement: she did find the time to fill the Orca with just 3 tech 1 mininglasers... took her about 10 ours or so, I donno... I trailed off after a while, letting her do her thing, finally having time again to do my other important stuff like updating my weblog for instance... and doing a little interior decorating (putting up some walls, the Orca is BIG) to secure me some private space and also take a long rest in the sauna and steamroom I had put in. Hey... might as well use the room when I got it right? The secret compartment in which I built this the corp will never find anyway, it's not like they will notice 5 m3 missing from a 117k m3 hold and corp-hanger.
Though Paradise was creat for a while, in the end I longed back for honest work of Icemining.
When I was back to work, I did long for the sauna I had there, so go figure, one always wants what one doesn't have, eh?
Oh well.. after her tour was up, I hesitated for a while to take on a new pupil. Not that the end-benefits of training her hadn' t been nice and partially paid in some small manner to the persuit of the Orca, but because of the moral implications of taking advantage of such an honest... oh bugger this, I was lazy, okey?
But the corp had different plans. Just after the first pupil another was thrust onto me, with whom I landed into a fistfight only three days in. That was the end of that contract and as a reward, corp gave me a friggin' Galente to train!
I mean.. Galente! Really! Not only was she stubborn and obnoxious, she had such a strange smell on her, like she did wash, but used soap made out of stale eggs or such. She called it her perfume... well ladieda to her for me not liking the stuff. And she's a thief too, enjoys nothing more than to take other people's cans and salvaging their wrecks.
She did amaze me though...
After a week or such, Corp finally forked over the 200 mil that was needed to buy the Orca. Not that I myself hadn't mined the total amount by then, but to leave me with a sense that the Orca wasn't 'just mine', but I had to share with others. Well I don't play well with others... so my readers who know me from the start well know I recon.
But hey, about amazement: she did find the time to fill the Orca with just 3 tech 1 mininglasers... took her about 10 ours or so, I donno... I trailed off after a while, letting her do her thing, finally having time again to do my other important stuff like updating my weblog for instance... and doing a little interior decorating (putting up some walls, the Orca is BIG) to secure me some private space and also take a long rest in the sauna and steamroom I had put in. Hey... might as well use the room when I got it right? The secret compartment in which I built this the corp will never find anyway, it's not like they will notice 5 m3 missing from a 117k m3 hold and corp-hanger.
woensdag 11 februari 2009
Trouble in Paradise
I've been here a week now and I do have to note some things down, as not all is Paradisial, which is a word I have just cooked up but quite covers the load.
1. The intranet is slow, and hickups about every hour. I went to check on my protogee through my brought along mobile command unit and it froze. She at that time was just fighting rats, her systems froze and she lost her first Rifter. So I bought her a new one and checked in two days later. I watched her fight off some rats, it was quite beautiful, but the next batch... freeze, lag, boom... second Rifter. She kindly asked me not to check in on her until I was back. Now that's gratitude for ya...
2. Somehow they continuesly run out of wine, though it's free and I should think they would have a good supply line.
3. The bathtub is just a little too small for comfort for three. (you heard me).
4. It's at least fifteen minutes drive with the local transport to get to any nearest town. Not that the pleasure centre doesn't have everything one could desire, but still, if you wanted to visit the locals... fifteen minutes... really.
5. I am constantly beset on my friendly, but quite overattentive and even obnoxious fully rodents, birds, deer and the like. I ran when the bear wanted to give me a hug.
6. The fireplace doesn't stay on long enough, the logs, freely delivered to my cottage, only have so long a burning time. About each hour I, or one of my caretakers I keep around, have to prod and poke to keep the fire going. Now is it too much to ask for slow-burning logs??
7. The sauna is sometimes a little too hot. Plus it doesn't go higher than 110 degrees celcius. It is not that I WANT to be in it at 110 degrees, but still it clearly shows the limit of the so famous Risa hospitality.
8. I, or any of my charges, have to clean up after ourselves! Now Really!
9. the wishwasher, coffee-maker and sometimes even the sauna make noises when their on. Sigh.
10. The hot buns delivered fresh every morning are too hot when they come from the oven. Though we don't have to put them in ourselves and the oven turns on automatically 15 minutes before I awake (from the grinding of the fresh coffee maker, so I think there is a pattern there), their too hot all the same.
11. The light of the sun-sky (it's a mobile solar unit inside the cottage, truely an invention) is too bright. Though there is a nob on it to turn it lower, the nob is ON the sunsky and so too hot to turn lower... Sigh... There was a remote control for it when I got the cabin, but it got lost somewhere.
12. The Senseo coffee is sometimes just a little too sharp when I've put just not enough sugar in it.
And most of all... I got soo much free time on my hands here that I sometimes even go WALKING out in the woods that surround my cabin. I have time to THINK and RELAX! Now That I really can't abide.
Oh... 13... the windows that run from floor to ceiling and are about half the walling of the house, give a great view on the woods around, but also give any walker a view into the cottage. Though I'm no prude, even a bit of naturalist and exhibitionist, I don't like shocking other people who really have no business seeing my business.
I came to this last point after a walk where I saw a man and a donkey... I don't adress this further, I think you're already getting a nice mental picture... but no... it was worse. Yes, that kind of worse. I really didn't have to see that.
On the whole... I miss home, my ship, my pod, fighting for my life, dully mining while listening to reggae, talking to people through convo... That sorta sums it up.
But with an advertising phrase like 'We cater to your every fantasy' I still think I'm gonna sue. :)
1. The intranet is slow, and hickups about every hour. I went to check on my protogee through my brought along mobile command unit and it froze. She at that time was just fighting rats, her systems froze and she lost her first Rifter. So I bought her a new one and checked in two days later. I watched her fight off some rats, it was quite beautiful, but the next batch... freeze, lag, boom... second Rifter. She kindly asked me not to check in on her until I was back. Now that's gratitude for ya...
2. Somehow they continuesly run out of wine, though it's free and I should think they would have a good supply line.
3. The bathtub is just a little too small for comfort for three. (you heard me).
4. It's at least fifteen minutes drive with the local transport to get to any nearest town. Not that the pleasure centre doesn't have everything one could desire, but still, if you wanted to visit the locals... fifteen minutes... really.
5. I am constantly beset on my friendly, but quite overattentive and even obnoxious fully rodents, birds, deer and the like. I ran when the bear wanted to give me a hug.
6. The fireplace doesn't stay on long enough, the logs, freely delivered to my cottage, only have so long a burning time. About each hour I, or one of my caretakers I keep around, have to prod and poke to keep the fire going. Now is it too much to ask for slow-burning logs??
7. The sauna is sometimes a little too hot. Plus it doesn't go higher than 110 degrees celcius. It is not that I WANT to be in it at 110 degrees, but still it clearly shows the limit of the so famous Risa hospitality.
8. I, or any of my charges, have to clean up after ourselves! Now Really!
9. the wishwasher, coffee-maker and sometimes even the sauna make noises when their on. Sigh.
10. The hot buns delivered fresh every morning are too hot when they come from the oven. Though we don't have to put them in ourselves and the oven turns on automatically 15 minutes before I awake (from the grinding of the fresh coffee maker, so I think there is a pattern there), their too hot all the same.
11. The light of the sun-sky (it's a mobile solar unit inside the cottage, truely an invention) is too bright. Though there is a nob on it to turn it lower, the nob is ON the sunsky and so too hot to turn lower... Sigh... There was a remote control for it when I got the cabin, but it got lost somewhere.
12. The Senseo coffee is sometimes just a little too sharp when I've put just not enough sugar in it.
And most of all... I got soo much free time on my hands here that I sometimes even go WALKING out in the woods that surround my cabin. I have time to THINK and RELAX! Now That I really can't abide.
Oh... 13... the windows that run from floor to ceiling and are about half the walling of the house, give a great view on the woods around, but also give any walker a view into the cottage. Though I'm no prude, even a bit of naturalist and exhibitionist, I don't like shocking other people who really have no business seeing my business.
I came to this last point after a walk where I saw a man and a donkey... I don't adress this further, I think you're already getting a nice mental picture... but no... it was worse. Yes, that kind of worse. I really didn't have to see that.
On the whole... I miss home, my ship, my pod, fighting for my life, dully mining while listening to reggae, talking to people through convo... That sorta sums it up.
But with an advertising phrase like 'We cater to your every fantasy' I still think I'm gonna sue. :)
Welcome to Paradise 2
I wrote a beautiful epilogue, a brilliant piece of music that would echo through the ages only lacking notes, about my first days here in Risa, advertised with the phrase 'where all your dreams come true', and they really do keep up to their word and even I have a warped mind. :P For those who don't know it, Risa is a starsystem not on any common map to keep only the highest clientelle and keep away the dumb masses who would fuck it up for everyone. So if this is the first time you have heard of it, you might still be able to enter, if you're looking for it... well... keep looking, it will give you something to do.
But the server hickupped and gone was my beautiful flower of words... lost forever.
Pitty.
But the server hickupped and gone was my beautiful flower of words... lost forever.
Pitty.
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