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Will the real player please stand up?

I installed Eve on my Surface the other day. I then remembered why my last laptop, when I was playing Eve, was an Alienware gaming laptop. My Surface, wonderful creature that it is, runs Eve at such a tiny magnification that I squint to see it. I could change my settings and adjust for this. Instead, I'll stick to my desktop and try to remember to log in and see the latest round of changes.

Yet, here I am writing.

Deep in the muzzy field of my brain that has been working almost daily for the last six weeks, random thoughts bubble up. I may not log in and spend my time focusing on Eve as a world, but it hasn't slipped from me. I've picked up an amazing group of friends that I talk to daily and many of them still play enough that I skim the social edges. At times I'm angry that the same social problems exist. At others, I'm fascinating by the process.

Today is a fascinating day because I've been answering e-mails. I still get e-mails occasionally from people who …
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Personal Sagas

I think next weekend we'll finally have our townhouse for rent. Geesh, this has not been the smooth process I tried to plan for back in November. Also, I picked up a silly amount of overtime through the end of this month. I couldn't turn down the money but its complicated everything. Also, I have a new puppy and he does not believing in sleeping the night. However, Intuition is in love with having someone to play with nonstop. Autumn spends her time hiding under our chairs from the obnoxious boys.

Will I ever finish my CSM saga. Yes. I really need several hours per post and right now my day is this:

Get up at 0830 - Walk puppy. Play with puppy. Eat food. Make lunch for work
0930 - Go to work (some days I have to be in at 0830).
2230 - Get home from work
2232 - Walk puppy
2230-0000 - Play with puppy, make dinner, eat dinner, play with puppy, shower, climb in bed, fight for space from Inty and Autumn. Have Inty lay on my legs. Sleep.
0230 - Wake up to screaming puppy, take him p…

Time

The last two months has been interesting. It is one of the first times in my life that I have been to busy to do extra things. I went to work and when I was not at work, I worked on my new house. Those days were often 12-14 hours long. When I went home, I also worked. There, I packed, cooked, or slept. Even my dogs started to wonder why I was no longer at home.

The interesting part was that the mountain of work that I had before me was so high that I could not see the effort and time that went into it. The only time I did was when I tried to schedule other things in and fell off track. After that, it was exhaustion and the misery that comes with it that made me wonder if I had failed in my task or if I was so worn out that I was no longer doing a good job of looking at the situation.

Last weekend we moved. The house is not done, but it is ready enough to move in. That has come with the next side effect of having to clean out our old home. Things of course went wrong and people have no…

Phew

Let me tell you, spending a month working on a house is exasperating. We closed December 21st. I ad five more days of work and then I took 3 weeks off. We've done a lot. Not as much as I had hoped but one does come across unexpected events while renovating.

In some ways I'm horrified by how gross the previous owners were. There is so much cleaning and differed maintenance. The house is just drinking in the care. And the money. Yeesh.

I'm back to my normal work schedule. Sadly, my free days are still spent at the house. We have the kitchen floor to finish and the half bath on the main floor before we can move in. Hopefully, we will be done those things by next weekend and we can finish packing and start the moving process.

Of course, the side effect is that our current place needs to be cleaned up and we are going to try our hand at landlording.

But, I'll wander back to writing and maybe poking my head into Eve again now that my schedule is starting to return to sanity.…

Memoirs - Part Fifteen: After Iceland

Virtual Realities: Memoirs of an internet spaceship politician by Sugar Kyle CSM9, CSMX

After summit mints

The Summer Summit was my second trip to Iceland. My first had been in 2013 when deep in my love for Eve, I went to Fanfest. I liked Fanfest well enough. I liked Iceland well enough. I wasn't going to do it on my own dime, again. It was an expensive trip for what I got out of it. But now, I found myself looking at a ticket paid for by CCP for me to go to Iceland. I struggled to understand that it was happening to me.

There was some stress with the tickets. We had some arguments about hotel stays. I felt high maintenance, but Iceland is five hours ahead of the Eastern Cost of the United States. My flight would leave at 2000 hours my time and arrive at 0600 hours in Iceland. The first plan was for us to just 'hang out' at the office until our hotel rooms were available around 1500 hours. With a lot of discussion, permission was granted to prebook our rooms so that when w…

A Pause!

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth nor stopped working on this series. I just had life explode (in a good way). We're buying a house on a short sale and the offer came back faster than we anticipated by about two months. Suddenly, our life schedule moved up and we had to create new pockets of free time. Mix this in with several mandatory classes coming in from high command at work and a trip to England that starts tomorrow, I ran out of time to clean up, clarify, and proof my posts. Oh yeah, I also got braces.

Sadly, Corbexx won't be in town for my England trip! I am quite disappointed.

I should be caught up after the trip. My free time has mostly been spent planning for the new home. The property is a bit distressed and needs some love. I took three weeks off from work starting next month. To maximize my time I've had to get estimates on everything that needs to happen before you move into a place.

It is fascinating how much work goes into small things. There …

Memoirs - Part Fourteen: Who you are

Virtual Realities: Memoirs of an internet spaceship politician by Sugar Kyle CSM9, CSMX

Maybe I don't work well with others
Over the course of the summer I discovered that I enjoyed the CSM. The communication and the potential productivity was fun. I'd grown more comfortable with slipping in the thoughts, ideas, and concerns brought to me. The unfortunate part was that I was not enjoying much of my fellow CSM members. I'd started to feel as if I had to defend my area of space from potential interlopers. There were a lot of different play styles on display. Some of the responses or ideas from other CSM members infringed or down right ignored low security space and high security space.

And personalities. Time had not made things more familiar. I had the person that corrected my misspellings. I had a second member randomly correct peoples grammar or spelling or word choice and then go, "Sorry, habit." How I clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes at that. Maybe once in a w…