My Loot, Your Tears

I am a Jerk. This means I am prepared to be an honorless bastard with no morals. However I reserve this for my targets – others of similar mindset are (usually) treated with a spirit of comradeship until otherwise proven to be a douchebag.

We’ve got a douchebag. I’m calling out a well-known character among the ninja, merc, and griefer circuits: Aegamaeous; and his alt Aelemaeous. Dude, you need to shut the fuck up.

In specifics, your diarrhea of the mouth about your real life is making the channels you inhabit a sewer of filth which the rest of us want to drown you in, after kicking you in the junk. We do not give a shit about your wife, about the cake she makes, or any of the other details of your life. If we cared, we would have asked, usually along the lines of, “Hey, how’s life going for you?”

Paul and I often talk about real life, but that’s because we actually ask the other person, and the person acting is actually INTERESTED. We tell a joke or some other thing that is enjoyable for the other person. You spew the crap about your life into chat channels and voice channels, trying to make yourself feel better. I’m told by one of your own corp members that your CEO bitched you out for doing exactly this. Do you need a cluebat applied to your forehead?

Here’s some example of random shit no one needed:

[ 2010.06.05 23:50:41 ] Aelemaeous > good news?
[ 2010.06.05 23:50:48 ] Aelemaeous > I was able to replace a fuse and fix the hvac
[ 2010.06.05 23:51:06 ] Aelemaeous > so now I don’t have to kill my wife (for trying to replace the original thermostat with a newer digital one)
[ 2010.06.05 23:51:18 ] Aelemaeous > \o/
[ 2010.06.05 23:51:44 ] Aelemaeous > house got up to 89F today
[ 2010.06.05 23:52:15 ] Aelemaeous > hooray for knowing how to use a multi-meter, and knowing that I wasn’t getting proper voltage
[ 2010.06.05 23:52:58 ] Aelemaeous > yeah.. hvac would have cost me $5k for a new unit/system.
[ 2010.06.05 23:53:18 ] Aelemaeous > service call for repair tech? $190 for first 30 minutes, $50 every thirty after that

Here’s an idea – you use the hot air you’re constantly spewing to power the fucking HVAC. You’re logged into one of the most interesting multiplayer games in existence – how about you PLAY IT?

More word vomit:

[ 2010.06.06 00:40:53 ] Aelemaeous > so my wife made me an 8 layer chocolate cake with fresh cherries throughout the layers
[ 2010.06.06 00:40:59 ] Aelemaeous > with a think vanilla icing
[ 2010.06.06 00:41:03 ] Aelemaeous > …
[ 2010.06.06 00:41:14 ] Aelemaeous > sometimes, it’s good to test the new product line

[ 2010.06.06 00:41:39 ] Johanes Miller > Yo, Aele
[ 2010.06.06 00:41:46 ] Johanes Miller > Can you do me a favor?

[ 2010.06.06 00:41:51 ] Aelemaeous > Yo, johanes
[ 2010.06.06 00:42:03 ] Aelemaeous > not talk about cake?

[ 2010.06.06 00:42:15 ] Johanes Miller > I was going for ‘shut the fuck up.’
[ 2010.06.06 00:42:26 ] Johanes Miller > Or “no one gives a shit about your cake’
[ 2010.06.06 00:42:29 ] Johanes Miller > either will do

[ 2010.06.06 00:44:07 ] Aelemaeous > Anyone else going to Origins in Columbus OH at the end of this month?
[ 2010.06.06 00:44:43 ] Aelemaeous > I’m also going to gencon in august, in indianapolis, and maybe dragoncon in atlanta in september

[ 2010.06.06 00:47:23 ] Khalia Nestune > Your wife probally eats all the cake too
[ 2010.06.06 00:47:25 ] Khalia Nestune > fat cow

[ 2010.06.06 00:48:04 ] Aelemaeous > she’s making an r2-d2 wedding cake for a friend
[ 2010.06.06 00:48:30 ] Aelemaeous > with a 1/2 deathstar for the grooms cake

[ 2010.06.06 00:49:04 ] Khalia Nestune > dude, would you shut the fuck up? no one cares about your wife and cake and shit

I’m going to not pull any punches on this one; here’s a list of people who think you need your mouth stapled shut:

* Paul
* Michella
* Your whole fucking corp
* Your CEO
* Anyone in the same chat channel as you
* The homeless guy outside my apartment, who is normally really nice, and now wants to stab you in the face.

And by the way – I’m really sad you removed me from your list of blues. Really sad.

I won’t be playing much this week, as the Missus and I are celebrating Numerically Significant Anniversary and will be out of town.

I would like to mention that I made a cool billion with about five minutes of random buying/selling of PI materials after the recent expansion whoopsie by CCP. Timing is everything.

Vote now!

It only takes a couple of minutes. My four votes were split between Mynxee and Manalapan.

Tchell Dahnn should come back and run for CSM6.

Or maybe I will. Hmmm.

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.