My Loot, Your Tears

Just a quick note to our readers: I know it's been about a week since a post, but we haven't gone off the radar. It's the dreaded Real Life.

Khalia moved across the country. Paul has a demanding new job. Charismatic is buried in schoolwork.

But fear not! More tears shall be coming. Thanks for the various emails and chats you've sent to us!

Myxee asked, I answer:

This is a bit out of date (old enough that I was flying a Slasher instead of a Vigil, and a transport instead of an Orca), but the idea is the same now as then. The black thing I built myself to get the cheap monoprice monitor wall mounts out at the proper distance from the wall.

The pistol in holster is my daily companion. The claw hammer happens to be there only because I forgot to put it away.

In the spring we're moving the home office to another room, and I think I'm going to do 26" monitors three across with a big-screen on the wall where both I and the spousal unit can view it.

When I had a boring, non-stressful, lazy desk job, all I wanted to do is come home and play Eve.

Now that I've got a job which is physically, mentally, and psychologically demanding, all I want to do is come home and crash until it's time to go in again.

Updates may be light for a while.

Sorry for my vanishing act during the last week or so. I've started a new job and it's kicking my ass here at the beginning.

I've not been completely gone, but the things I've been working on (infiltration work, etc) can't be blogged.

While you wait for me to pick my salvagers back up, I encourage you to drop by and leave an encouraging note for Unity Exploration, the blog of another player following my business model. Good stuff so far!

I thought that one of the more recent comments deserved front-page attention.

You are really a worthless sack of shit, that you prey on other people and laugh at them? I realize it's a game but honestly? You're not a douchebag, you're much, much, much worse. You're like a playground bully who revels in abusing people because you know something they don't.

Thanks! And hey, welcome to Eve!

I really wish the people who make real life threats on you would follow through, I'm pretty sure the real world would be a better place. I hope you don't get married, there is no way in hell you are already (if you were you're definitely divorced), because your kids will have a shit time.

Three things:

1. Wishing RL harm on people while commenting on someone else's blog, keep in mind that Wordpress by default reports IP address and hostname in comment summaries. Please don't say things you wouldn't say in front of, oh, a member of the MIT administration, who might be interested in knowing what is being posted from campus housing.
2. I am very, very happily married. My wife thinks you're hilariously insecure, by the way.
3. In real life, I am a paragon of lawful virtue. I also usually have a firearm on my person. It seems that in a lot of ways, we're just as unlike each other as you say.

It's okay because it isn't real? I can be an asshole because it's not my actual life? I just don't know what to say man...I love EVE for the PvP, fucking gets me going always, but preying on those who don't know and are just trying to enjoy themselves?

1. Yes.
2. Yes.
3. Yes. And I'm not ruining your fun. You are.

It's like I'm watching a movie, and this bitchmade 3 yr old comes and starts yelling. He has no parents, nobody is watching him, and he's just being an asshole. I move him away from me. He comes back. I do it again. He comes back again. At this point and time I'm just fucking pissed off so I hit the kid and say don't come back. You then immediately run out of the place you were hiding waiting for me hit your kid and scream IM THE FUCKING PARENT DONT HIT MY KID and procede to hit me, then tell whoever comes and is in charge "he hit my kid." Really?

Who is the sociopath, again?

What's worse is that all the isk you make you dont' really funnel into anything useful...you just sort of use it to perpetuate you being a soulless, pathetic, no-talent hackjob.

The game is about ISK to you? No wonder you don't have any fun.

I forgot to mention that while I was wtfpwning Joa'har, I had an audience. My wife had come in to the room to ask what we should do about supper.

Paul: Hey, what's up?
Mrs. Clavet: You hungry yet? What do you want to... hello?
Paul: Yeah, hold on a minute. I've got aggro and I'm about to ambush this carebear.
*Paul warps in right on top of the enemy Abaddon, locks, scrams, and falls into a 10k orbit*
Mrs. Clavet: Is he shooting you?
Paul: Not yet, I wonder if he's... there he goes.
Mrs. Clavet: What are those angry red squares?
Paul: Those are his drones. Mine are the blue ones. The lines are his lasers shooting me, and you can see my missiles every few seconds.
*Joa'har is already in structure. A few seconds later, he pops.*
Paul: Got him.
Mrs. Clavet: That's it?
Paul: That's it.
Mrs. Clavet: Not very exciting. Pretty, though.
*A few seconds pass*
Mrs. Clavet: Potatoes?
Paul: Potatoes will be fine.