Low Sec Lifestyle

I can mark the passage of time from Eve with Intuition's age. He turned four last month. Today, Corbexx sent me a chat on Steam and we spent hours chattering about this and that as if it was yesterday. That is friendship. One of the things we noticed is that our NDA is about to expire. That and the leavings of several people left us gossiping up a storm. The NDA was never a good NDA but we chose to respect the spirit of it even if the letter of it had the strength of  wet tissue paper. Life is fine. The husband got a promotion at the start of the year. I am up for one at the end of the month that will be a fascinating life change. We also got our rental property goals started. For any that wonder how much of a basement dweller I actually am. My husband has the entire basement of the new house. I think of Eve quite often. For one, I have it in my reddit feed. I mostly skim the titles and skip the topics. The general mood has not changed even if the people saying it has. I sa

I should dust the blog and delete the spam to leaks in through googles not so bad filters. I log in from time to time to check my mail and see some of my friends. But, of lat I've commented on a few things in r/eve and it makes me think. Not of the impassioned things that I once thought about as I played the game but of the passions of the game. I have the gift of several eve players are parts of my life. And we talk, but rarely about Eve. Most of them have left to some extent or another but the relationship that we gained is still strong. I do not hate Eve but I am still exhausted with Eve, even now when I am so far out. It seems to be CSM summit time and the anger and race that sits atop everything related to the game is still there. It is interesting in its exhaustive existence. The passion is there and the player reaction continues to go full circle. Some things are still said the same way over, and over, and over again. Is it love? Is it hate? Or is it just stimulation t