Meat is good. Never doubt that. Something I learned being raised amongst the Amarr aristocracy, however, was how very easy it could be to give into excess and gluttony. So many overweight, out of shape, vain, fat Amarr. I sometimes wonder how they ever managed to enslave us in the first place. Anywho …
Live a balanced life, even if it’s an immortal one. Continue reading
I want you to vote for me. I honestly believe it’s a vote well spent. It’s important. What’s more important is that you vote at all. That matters most. Continue reading
It often amazed me how malnourished most pod pilots looked. Relying on their tube fed protein goop for sustenance, many of us had alienated ourselves from our own humanity, from the enjoyments that came from the simpler things in life. Things like a good stew. Continue reading
Sometimes I felt like I was doing it right. That’s a great feeling that I held onto until the next crappy thing came along. Shakor’s words still echoed in my mind about my “non-platform”, about not playing the political game and pandering to the masses on a given topic. Apparently, providing a dedicated avenue of communication to the people wasn’t sexy and attractive, and Shakor’s bet, as well as many others, was against me securing a seat on the Council of Stellar Management. Continue reading
Passion, skill and experience do not guarantee victory.
There is often a misconception regarding politics – that it is a game played by soft, old men that can no longer play war. That is a naive and foolish viewpoint. Continue reading
Recently I put out the question via Twitter: Why should your voice matter to the CSM? Here are some of the replies that quickly came forward.
@ROW_Skyreth They’re meant to speak for we players. No point in them otherwise.
@TheDranchsause Because the CSM is there to give a face to the voice of those who, for whatever reason, aren’t CSM.
@AzamiNevinyrall Because they relay my concerns and suggestions to CCP …
I had been waiting in his office for nearly twenty minutes. It was a classic tactic when establishing dominance, meant to remind the one waiting that they were not in power, and therefore, inferior in position. It gave an immediate psychological advantage to the one enforcing the waiting in most scenarios. For me, it was simply time to evaluate my opponent, to garner as much knowledge as I could from my surroundings, to reveal insights into the man, possible weaknesses. Of course with Maleatu Shakor, I never knew if he was truly friend or enemy. Continue reading
What you allow is what will continue.
“You hungry, handsome?” she said to me the morning after as my bleary eyes tried to focus.
“Sure thing. Hoe cakes.” I replied, still trying to get my mouth to enunciate properly.
“What did you just say?” she quipped back, a hint of anger in her voice.
I rubbed my eyes, sitting up in my narrow bed. That had been a fun night’s adventure. “I said yeah, I’m hungry. Please make some hoe cakes.”
“Oh.” she answered, all cheery again.
Sometimes it was good to play all innocent. Continue reading
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