This blog is long, and as entertaining as I could make it given the subject matter. There is a summary provided at the end, for the lazy.............Enjoy !!
The pointless Pre-amble
Well despite not actually playing any EvE I'm still reading the whorums, posting smack and winding up Blacklight (or Fatlight as I'm going to call him from now on). To quote the man himself:
“Hush peasant and update your blog please, you're less effective than I am and you have no excuse.”
Now I've two main complaints about this politely phrased request. Firstly, how does one judge how “effective” a blog is ? Does it have to be particularly self important ? Does it have to be monitored by the “Journalists” who write The Enquirer? Or maybe it has to be shut down by an oppressive regime...
Andy's blog doesn't come under any of the above, granted he has written more words than me but then he's a fat git and clearly has more to say than I do. Admittedly most of his content is relevant and interesting, but I'm not aware that those things have ever been true of any of the so called “popular blogs” that are mass-read today.
My second problem is that I DO have an excuse. There's always a reason not to do something, Jesus Christ I'm a journalist. I spend my life coming up with excuses not to do stuff, like attend press conferences or meet boring industry nobodies who want to raise their profile. Do not think to lecture me sir, on the art of making excuses.
So, why then in all my righteous indignation, have I bowed to peer pressure and updated this great vessel of gibberish? Well I can tell you, that it's because I wanted to, and absolutely NOT because Andy has prompted me. Honest.
That bit up there, you can probably skip actually, put it down as another pitiful attempt at humour. But ahaha, if you got far enough to know you can skip it, you've read it already.
The point
On to the point. Yes, the road trip - as referenced in my entry about Krystal's Kids. Actually this kind of ties in with why I'm not playing EVE, but that's getting ahead of ourselves.
So, basicly, sometime before Christmas I decided I needed a new computer. I'm sure most of you understand, as committed computer gamers, that the word “needed” is probably more accurately replaced with “wanted”. If you play EVE almost exclusively, as I have done for about 4 years now, you don't need a computer better specified than my previous rig. In fact, you probably can get away with a lot worse. This is actually the second time I've upgraded since beta. The first rig i played EVE on was as follows.
Athlon Thunderbird 1400
Abit KG7 Mobo
Geforce 3
512 RAM.
When I applied for the beta I actually lied about my graphics card on my tech spec (omg hax) to make sure I would get in, then scrimped and saved for the GF3. That rig above was absolutely fine tbh. It played Homeworld, EVE and RtCW. But then it blew up. That's a propper excuse to upgrade. I NEEDED a new PC. Which was comprised thusly :
Athlon XP 2800
Abit AT7 Max 2 mobo
Geforce FX5600
(Ugh I bought it utterly out of sync with the market, the 5700 came about a week later and did about 40% more performance for the same money. That's what happens when you don't do your homework)
1Gb RAM.
Now aside from having a poor price / performance GFX card that rig has served me very well since about 2003. At the time, the processor / motherboard and RAM quantity were pretty much bleeding edge. But, as I said, before Christmas I got itchy wallet strings. Now you'd think that was because I had spare cash, but no, i don't need cash to get an itchy wallet. Credit cards for the win. Now what made the itch worse, was that Alasse had let slip that he ran an IT services company, and it transpired he'd be more than happy to get me some good prices on bits. Bargain !
So I spent about a month plotting what I was going to buy, working out how much it would cost me, before slapping myself for thinking about spending money I didn't have.
Fast forward to Christmas week, envelope arrives with expected pay cheque. “Dear staff blah blah CHRISTMAS BONUS” ZOMG, never got one of those before. How much? one thousand English pounds you say? Interesting. Now a sensible, sane person would think “ooh, i shall put that in the bank towards stuff for the flat i'm planning to move into this year.” A grand buys like a nice king sized bed, a posh mattress and a couple of chairs. Or maybe a decent home entertainment system. However, the nerd in me quickly drowned such thoughts, and noticed a more than passing similarity between my Christmas bonus, and the price Alasse had quoted...Eeexcellent smithers.
So, I order the parts on a Tuesday (I think it was tuesday) And then do my best Bubbles impression for three days “Is it there yet? is it there yet? is it there yet?” By Friday it's arrived and Rob is now gloating, but is busy and unable to get it into DHL on the friday. So Saturday he half jokingly says, “If you're that fussed, come and get the fucking thing. To which I reply....OK ! Hop in the car and do Tunbridge Wells to Warrington in about 3 hours. Not too shabby. So there we are, in Alasse's gaff, boxes of computer bits aplenty. Out it all comes, more packaging than you can safely shake a stick at. Slap it all together, under his watchful eye (bah, anti-static, what's that ??) Press the power button and then........lights come on, fan spins up and............NO BEEP. Oh well, any computer that works first time isn't a real computer in my book. So, fiddle with a few things, unplug some components, wiggle them about and try again. NO BEEP. By this time it's about 11pm so we get a pizza in, steal some of his bro's beer (and his gfx card to see if that's the problem) and try again. No fucking beep. Eventually we give up, play some EVE and hit the sack about 3am. I hope you lot relate to the “tossing and turning worrying about problems” syndrome. My grands worth of computer equipment doesn't work. Fucking bollocks.
Come the morning, we try calling Bubbles. Who is a genius. He suggests a bunch of stuff which I try but fails to work, leading him to the conclusion that either my CPU or Mobo is fucked. Neither is an attractive prospect. Then finally we phone “Rob's mate Dave”. Now I've experience of people's mates called Dave. They are built like a brick shit house and of limited expertise when it comes to computers. If I'm perfectly honest by this time I didn't have much hope that Dave would be any use. He arrives, pokes about, shakes his head and can't seem to find a problem. We're about to pile into a car and go blag a new Mobo, when he fingers a power socket. “There should be something in there.” He says. Dread sets in as Rob and I look at each other accusingly. Digging out a 12v ATX Cable from the bundle of “spare” outputs from the PSU, I plug it in, press the button and Bingo. She rides !! Woo fucking hoo, and all because I didn't plug it in. What a tosser. Install windows load EVE and burn back down the M6 in another 3 hour speed session.
So now I have this :
AMD64 4000
ASUS A8N SLI Deluxe
Nvidia 7800GT
2GB RAM
etc.
Which is miiiiiles more than you need to play EVE. But does open one up to the possibility of playing “other games” as they are called. Like BF2 at maximum settings and resolution, which is nice.
The executive summary
So in summary, the reason I'm not playing eve is that I got a Christmas Bonus.
Good night.