how do i shot rats?
Feb. 26th, 2007 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat_sochoI spent a lot of yesterday plugged into EVE. So how did it go?
If it weren't for the fact that I need the practice -and some semblance of pride; while being loaned ISK is fine, I'd just as soon be trying to support myself - I'd be tempted just to hole up in a station and work on bulking up my skills, for lo, I am an unskilled wretch, lacking a lot of the knowledge I need to make me faster, deadlier and able to cloud the sensors of my enemies. It took me a few round trips to various shipyards and stations to get it done, but eventually I cleaned out the first nest of pirates and salvaged most of the stuff I'd lost on previous runs into the meatgrinder. Part of my education had to do with the simple truth that you cannot close with and defeat a dozen pirates, not even in a Merlin frigate with dual shield extenders and two big honking 150mm railguns. You have to stand off and snipe them to death with missiles, which is why I found myself making the great circle from Urlen to Umpas to Jita and back several times, buying new Kestrels and refitting them and getting them blown up and going back for another Kestrel, all the while getting in skill training and browsing through Twelve o'Clock High. More of the same to follow this week, as time allows, though now that I've finished that classic novel of the Eighth Air Force in WW2, I'll be browsing through something else. Maybe The Jennifer Morgue, maybe Glasshouse. I need a lot more practice driving my ship and blowing things away at long range before I can even think about heading out to low-security space where the GoonSwarm and its allies are at war with the Band of Brothers (those Commie bastards, LOL*) because at this point I'm just not that good, and the ship only does so much.
Not much else happening. Grinding continues on AD registrations, ejecting bags of garbage from the apartment continues (if for no other reason than it looks like I'll need the space to stack P's boxes) and the right leg continues to heal, slowly and with much itching that (praise Jesus) diminishes as the day wears on.
There's an assload of snow on the ground, replacing the last of the old stuff which had very nearly all melted. Better now than at the end of the month during the convention, though we'll probably get some more snow over the next fortnight and a half.
Today I did the semi-annual desk cleaning after my supervisor threatened to throw everything on my desk in the garbage except for the phone if it wasn't all cleaned off. What a bunch of officious bullshit. It's not like the auditors really give a rat's ass whether I have a pad of Post-its on the desk or anything else that's not a security violation (and if they do they need to find real jobs) but we have a Clean Desk Policy here, and all must conform. Have I mentioned lately how eager I am to GTFO this place?
If it weren't for the fact that I need the practice -and some semblance of pride; while being loaned ISK is fine, I'd just as soon be trying to support myself - I'd be tempted just to hole up in a station and work on bulking up my skills, for lo, I am an unskilled wretch, lacking a lot of the knowledge I need to make me faster, deadlier and able to cloud the sensors of my enemies. It took me a few round trips to various shipyards and stations to get it done, but eventually I cleaned out the first nest of pirates and salvaged most of the stuff I'd lost on previous runs into the meatgrinder. Part of my education had to do with the simple truth that you cannot close with and defeat a dozen pirates, not even in a Merlin frigate with dual shield extenders and two big honking 150mm railguns. You have to stand off and snipe them to death with missiles, which is why I found myself making the great circle from Urlen to Umpas to Jita and back several times, buying new Kestrels and refitting them and getting them blown up and going back for another Kestrel, all the while getting in skill training and browsing through Twelve o'Clock High. More of the same to follow this week, as time allows, though now that I've finished that classic novel of the Eighth Air Force in WW2, I'll be browsing through something else. Maybe The Jennifer Morgue, maybe Glasshouse. I need a lot more practice driving my ship and blowing things away at long range before I can even think about heading out to low-security space where the GoonSwarm and its allies are at war with the Band of Brothers (those Commie bastards, LOL*) because at this point I'm just not that good, and the ship only does so much.
Not much else happening. Grinding continues on AD registrations, ejecting bags of garbage from the apartment continues (if for no other reason than it looks like I'll need the space to stack P's boxes) and the right leg continues to heal, slowly and with much itching that (praise Jesus) diminishes as the day wears on.
There's an assload of snow on the ground, replacing the last of the old stuff which had very nearly all melted. Better now than at the end of the month during the convention, though we'll probably get some more snow over the next fortnight and a half.
Today I did the semi-annual desk cleaning after my supervisor threatened to throw everything on my desk in the garbage except for the phone if it wasn't all cleaned off. What a bunch of officious bullshit. It's not like the auditors really give a rat's ass whether I have a pad of Post-its on the desk or anything else that's not a security violation (and if they do they need to find real jobs) but we have a Clean Desk Policy here, and all must conform. Have I mentioned lately how eager I am to GTFO this place?
