My wife is an amazing wife. Why you may ask? Well, let me tell you one realization I had today; bright and early this morning in fact, as I listened to my body and instead of going for my daily 5km run, stretched out my sore and aching muscles instead.

My wife is selfless, even at the expense of her lasting happiness.

Oh sure, anyone that knows her knew that already, but this morning it hit me like a wall at 40 mph, that she is simply the most appreciative person for the things she has. She truly is humble and grateful for the numerous blessings in her life.

For example, I’ve been very focused on my health: exercising like a crazy person 3x per day, eating 6x per day, working a full time job, running a fitness bootcamp weekly, yet still making time for games, hobbies, blogging, artwork, music production, etc. My life is all about one person; me.

It makes me sound like a horrible husband really; a self-absorbed bastard. Where does my wondrous wife fit into all of this?

Tragically, on initial self-reflection, it would appear she doesn’t. My heart knows that’s not true. I love her deeply and committedly. Isn’t that enough?

Yes, we share a bed. In fact, I understand now why she is adamant about that. Before I thought her refusal to sleep elsewhere when I’m ill, snoring, tossing, turning and the like was because she’s a big sissy and gets scared easy by the sounds of our house. But it’s not. It’s because she clings and demands, not letting go, to every precious second she can have with me, even if it’s to just stare at me while I lay there sawing logs, recovering from all that was my day.

That is my wife.

I’m exhausted when I come home. We rarely get to eat dinner together anymore. She’s busy with her life. I’m busy with mine. She commented just last weekend how nice it was that we got to enjoy a meal together, and only upon that comment did I realize we hadn’t shared a dinner in over a month.

That is my wife.

We don’t get to talk about our days much. I’m too tired.
We don’t get to spend time with family much. I’m too tired.
No walks, no chats, no cafes, no new adventures. I’m too tired.
Hell with the level of activity going on in my life, I can’t even perform my husbandly duties. I’m too tired. Can’t believe I said that one out loud.

Yet still she loves me without limit.

That is my wife.

In the long run, this can’t be healthy for our marriage. In the long run, I’m failing us. Failing to keep up my end of the agreement. And usually, it’s my wife that has to remind me of this. This time, however, I’m figuring it out for myself, maybe for the first time. She hasn’t said a word. All she’s been is quiet and supportive.

That is my wife.

And I wouldn’t trade her for anything, so I guess it’s time for me to continue to shift priorities, make more time for her, and continue to grow into the man I hope to one day be, because of all she is, and all she deserves from this life.

Thankfully our two year anniversary is this coming weekend, so I’ve been given a perfect opportunity to flex my muscle and do something wonderful for the most wonderful person I know.

That is my wife.

Ironically, this started out as an email to her, to let her know why I appreciate her today (I like to tell her one new thing I appreciate about her each and every day), but as the words formed and continue to fill the digital page, I knew in my heart that the world, or at least the little portion of it that visits my blog, needed to know of the incredible woman I am lucky enough to stand beside and say:

That is my wife.

Even immortal life has a way of keeping you occupied constantly. There are just never enough hours in a day to get done everything you want to do. As such, I’m taking these few moments to catch up on a couple of important things:

Caption Contest #3 Results

Only a few entries for the contest this time round, but those that did enter made me laugh. The one that made me laugh the most profoundly was from Max Ursa. See the image below.

As I mentioned, the prize was going to be subjective. Max has won himself 100 million isk, which I will deposit into his account shortly. Congratulations Max, and thanks to everyone that participated.

21 Day Challenge Results

I’d also like to thank everyone that participated in the TRX 21 day challenge. Not everyone used a TRX, but there were a few that would not be swayed from the daunting task of being intensely active for 21 days straight!

A big shout out goes to Harlon Mathuin, who with great dedication, reported his daily activities, his personal triumphs and struggles, and his overall impression of his journey. He had this to say:

Final day, got very hot and humid today so working out was quite a bit more difficult than usual. But I got it done.
21 days in a row, challenge complete.
I think I’ve changed a lot over the last 21 days, mentally and (mostly) physically.. but all for the better. Body wise I’m not quite where I want to be yet… but I’m a fair way towards it so I’m damned if I’m giving up now. Fitness is a way of life/ state of mind right?
Thanks for the challenge Roc, it’s done me a hell of a lot of good.

21 days to change a life. That’s a win in my books. In fact, I’m so impressed with Harlon’s dedication, that I’m buying him a TRX! Email me your mailing address at roc@rocwieler.com please.

Look forward to more interesting and hopefully creative ideas and challenges in the future, only on Roc’s Ramblings.

Leaked internal memos, lack of meaningful communication with its playerbase, rumours of a buyout by a company proven to destroy every intellectual property they touch, a possibly fake financial report showing the company will be closing its doors in October if it can’t raise another $8 million to qualify for a larger loan … if it’s true that any publicity is good publicity, CCP is the most successful gaming company in the world right now. Everywhere you turn: their official forums, player blogs, gaming sites; everyone is talking about CCP.

So I won’t be.

Incarna 1.01

The first followup to the Incarna expansion deploys today. You can read the patch notes HERE. (I normally don’t post patch notes links as if you play EVE Online you probably already know how to find patch notes). As you can see, nothing stellar, and that’s ok.

I’ve spent some time recently extracting the models from ingame for use in my 3D renders. Some have been pretty straightforward: chairs, couches, tables, the various pieces that go in the room. The room itself: walls, floors, ceilings, have been problematic for me thus far. If anyone is handy with Triexporter and wants to give ol Roc some assistance, I’d be happy for it. Seriously, I’m asking.

Anyway, I did come up with a new Incarna image, as you can see below. The high rez version can be downloaded HERE.

As I was working on this image, thinking of the various pieces I wanted to include to personalize it just for me, it reminded me of my time in SWG. Silly as it sounds, one of the systems they did so well was vanity. I owned mansions, fully decked out with the most rare and collectible items in the galaxy. They were all badges of accomplishment as there were no MT in that game. Even my larger ships (that allowed players to walk onboard), were fully decorated. Many a party were thrown just for me to show off to my online friends all the wonderfully exotic things I had collected over time. It really gave a personalized touch to the game, making it feel like I had a more individual story to tell.

Up until Incarna, that has been something sorely lacking within the sandbox of EVE Online. Yes, we all have our own unique histories, and many of us have fleshed out our individual tales through our blogs. Ingame, however, everything is uniform, and I’m ok with that. For now.

So what would I like to see available to personalize Captain’s Quarters?

• customized room: different configuration options, bigger spaces via microtransaction
•  trophy case options to display my medals: floor mounted, wall mounted
• trade goods, all of them: holoreels, khumaaks, cans of roe, frozen food, planetary vehicles for my hangar space, neophite mineral sample, pax amarria (know thy enemy), protein delicacies, Quafe, spiced wine, spirits, synthetic coffee (for guests as I don’t touch the stuff), tobacco
• political paraphernalia: politician vouchers, pamphlets
• nexus chips
• insignias
• criminal dog tags
• narcotics
• criminal evidence
• essentially anything that exists in the market that will fit in my room

What else would I like to see that doesn’t exist?

• better tattoo selection via microtransaction
• reasonably priced clothing options
• mini games
• magazines
• animated exotic dancers (pole included)
• animated slaver hound pets
• programmable androids
• jukebox with custom playlists
• throw rugs
• wall paintings
• controllable lighting and lamps
• couch, chair and table options
• a cold room to hang corpses in
• different bed sizes, and the ability to lay down in them
• custom emotes via microtransaction
• a bar
• sound speakers
• desktop picture frames
• ashtray
• cigars

The list goes on and on.

This is what I thought Incarna would be. This is what I hope Incarna will still be. The initial NEX pricing has put me off of clothing purchases honestly. Any of the items in the list above, or of a similar vein, would be more than welcome in my vision of Incarna. A variety of small, reasonably priced microtransactional items that are based on volume, not price point. I guarantee you that if all of these items were already there, I would’ve bought them all, and spent far more than on a single monocle, which has no appeal to me personally (Seriously, Roc with a monocle?).

I think that in the coming months CCP should really think about this strategy. They would definitely sell more items, and therefore make more profit. And if and when Incarna finally expands to social areas, think of how awesome it will be to have fellow pilots over just to show off your stuff.

Hmmm, guess I talked about it after all.

It’s been a while since we’ve had a good caption contest here.

THE CONTEST

Create a funny dialogue for this scene. You may enter more than once. Contest will run from the date of this post to Friday Jul 1, 11 PM EST. A winner will be announced Monday Jul 4.

THE PRIZE

There will be a single prize for this contest. It’s a mystery prize! (That means depending on how many people participate and how much effort it looks like people put into it, I will put up a better prize)

Every man deserves a good wardrobe.

When I heard that a new, higher end clothing boutique was opening on the capsuleer only levels of every station galaxy wide, I was excited, though skeptical, about this ambitious undertaking from Noble Exchange (or was it Noble Appliances? I’ve never been good at names).

I have to admit, as I slowly walked through their store, it was definitely tailored to appeal to the higher end niche market of the capsuleer. As I began running my hands over the various clothing articles though, I didn’t really get a feel for a quality any different than what I was currently wearing, namely a Quafe TShirt and a pair of bargain pants.

I found a nice pair of commando slacks in my size, and immediately the salesperson asked me if I’d like to try them on, to preview the fashion experience that awaited me.

“Sure, why the hell not?” I replied. I could judge from the reaction on his face that profanity was beneath him.

I have to admit, the pants looked good, though they were a little snug on the boys. I called out from the change room, “Could you pass me a 48 large in that officer’s jacket please? I’d like to ‘preview’ it.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t allow our guests to try on that particular article.” was the reply.

“Seriously? How’s that?” I asked, admiring my ass in the commando pants.

“I’m sure you can appreciate the hygenic need, sir. We wouldn’t want just anyone perspiring in our garments that others may potentially purchase.” The skinny prick had a very smug voice.

“Really? Cause right now my balls are sweating up a storm in these pants I’ve got on.” I said, opening the door to speak face to face with the clerk as I blatantly adjusted myself, much to his horror and dismay.

“I dunno. They look alright.” I narrated to nobody in particular. I looked at the price tag. It had to be a misprint. There was no way anyone in their right mind would charge that for an entire closet full of clothes much less one pair of pants.

“Is this price accurate?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes sir.” the sales associate smiled with pride.

“And you realize I could buy five Sleipnir command ships for the price of these pants right? And I’m talking T2/faction fit here, not standard fit.”

His eyes glazed over, and I knew immediately that this company had no real understanding of its target demographic.

I took the pants off right then and there, grabbing my own pants from the nearby changing room. The salesperson was horrified to discover I wasn’t the type to wear underwear.

“Enjoy your store.” I said, walking out in a mild rage.

—

Forty five minutes later I left the lower level public promenade, two large shopping bags in hand. I had found a great deal on muscle tees, 5 for 0.01 ISK, and picked up three pairs of pants. At the prices I paid, they might as well have been free.

It’s not that I couldn’t afford Noble Exchange. It was more of a question of Why would I want to?