Running again

Scotty grinned as the ship docked and Mike exited it. “Thought that you would be dropping by soon.”

Mike smiled back. “Getting predictable am I?”

“Election time around the corner? Yeah, you do tend to show up and touch base. Here to go through the candidates?”

Mike shook his head. “Not yet, the aren’t even all at the starting gate, yet. Got another few weeks before that happens. Then there is the vetting process.”

“To weed out all the shady types?”

Mike grinned. “Only the extreme ones. Normal levels of shady are expected, us being politicians and all . . . but it does check to see if the candidates can follow simple instructions like how to fill out an application. In the past more than a few have failed that step.”

“Ha, ha . . . wait, you are serious?” Scotty asked as he fell in beside Mike walking across the hanger floor.

“Very. Sometimes people cannot follow basic instructions . . .



26 April – 12 May – Submission Period

26 April – 14 May – Application Processing

20 May – Live Candidates Announcement

20 May – 4 June – Campaign Period

8-15 June – Voting Period (from 11:00 UTC to 11:00 UTC)

21 June – Live CSM 16 Reveal


Important disclaimer: incorrectly filed or incomplete submissions will be rejected. The rules are very clear, but we are happy to answer any questions if you are unsure about anything regarding the process. You can send us an email at

To be eligible for the CSM, applicants must meet the following requirements:

• Your account must be older than 60 days at the time candidacy applications close.

• Characters on both Alpha and Omega accounts are eligible to run.

• You must have a history of honoring the EULA and the Terms of Service. We will screen every applicant thoroughly, and EULA/TOS violations on your record can result in a rejected application.

• You must create a campaign thread in the CSM section on EVE Online forums covering the following questions:

o Your EVE Online story.

o Your areas of expertise. In which areas of the game do you feel you are the most knowledgeable? What qualities set you apart from other candidates?

o Why are you applying for the CSM?

o What can players expect from you?

o You are free to add more information and manage your campaign thread as you see fit, but the above four questions are the bare minimum required from everyone.

• Your account must have updated and correct information at the time of your application. This includes your real-life name, correct date of birth, and the same email you use to submit your application. To view and edit this information go to the account management website.

• Candidates must have reached 18 years of age. If the legal adult age in your home country (the age at which you have the legal capacity to enter into a contract) is higher than 18, that number applies instead.

• As an applicant, you must consent to provide your personal details to CCP, including your real name and a copy of your passport. CCP needs to affirm your real-life identity for NDA contract purposes, and the ability to travel to a summit in Iceland is a key function of the CSM.

• If you do not currently have a valid passport, we will accept a picture/scan of a valid and approved passport application accompanied by a picture of your driver’s license.

• You must consent to share your country of origin with the EVE community and display it on the EVE Online website. You will not be required to share any other personal information with the EVE community.

• If you are running as an “alt” and control a character that has a reputation in the EVE universe, CCP may require you to run under that identity at its full discretion.


“You know, simple things like prove that you are you . . . that sort of thing. But some folks just cannot get past such details without falling flat on their asses.”

Scotty nodded. “Immortal capsuleers but they still suck at the paperwork.”

“Yup, so I came here to file mine, I would look damn stupid if I got it wrong considering the number of times that I have run. Cross all the I’s and dot all the T’s every jot and tittle as Tanta used to say. Ya gets it right or just plain be wrong.” Mike nodded and they turned into the bar together. “Nice to be back in the office, if even just to do a little paperwork.”



Yeah the election is coming up. Yeah I am running again.

I was debating it a lot over the past month but some things that are still in the works? I want to see through.

That means that I would appreciate it if you could put me on your ballot come the day, preferably on the top. There are a lot of good folks running though and even if I am not your top choice I would appreciate making it on.

I will talk about the other candidates in a wee bit, as said above.

Oh, one other thing. I have been streaming a bit more lately, on twitch. if you are curious. Gimme a follow or watch one of the old ones.

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Tanta and Free watched as Ruis carefully taped the windows and doors and washed down the walls. He worked quietly and efficiently before taking a scrub brush and washing the walls before even getting the paints out.

“Nice to see good work before the ‘work’ gets done” Tanta said to Free. “Best Jobs done be like that. The better you prepare the smoother they go and folks think you hardly done no work at all.”

“He could have just started painting.”

“Sure he could but he wouldn’t not with me watching and all. No not with me watchin.” Tanta nodded. “A lot of things be like dat. Even what you used to do had a lot of scaffolding to it. Ting is, most of the scaffolding was done by the boy.”

It took a moment for free to realize that Tanta meant her tech and then she began to think about it. ID, escape route, dossiers, weapons, and safe houses. All were there when she needed them. “I . . . I don’t often think about it like that. He was just doing his job.”

“His job was to make your job smooth. Did yous ever thank him?”

Free hung her head. “I didn’t kill him”

“If you tink dat counts as thanks I has a lot of teachin left to do, a lot of teachin. He be a good boy and takes pride in his work. We almost lost him once, alreadies.”

“WHAT?!” Free was shocked that she had not heard of this earlier, then suddenly shocked at the feeling of possessiveness that suddenly swelled up. Corey had every right to be his own person, they were no longer obligated to serve another.

“Boro offered him the position that you arranged to be open. Manager of his tour. The boy brought the message to me, in case I had not seen it, being private and all.” Tantas chuckle faded into a cough. “Offered a lot of money, too. I knew Boro had seen something in the boy. But he told me that he had already decided to stay. Yer lucky, girl. No, WE is lucky. He makes good scaffolding and makes the rest of the job look easy and right. Even if you don’t do the prep yerself you should appreciate that it is done and done right.”

“But what about Mike. He never plans ahead far enough for your scaffolding.” Free protested.

“You tink dat, do you? He does like to look like it is all off da cuff and accidental but THINK, LOOK. Is it?”

Free frowned and realized that Mike was always talking to people, always listening. THAT was his scaffolding.

“no. I should have known. Seeing as he is one of yours.”

“Bah, he is his own. But Réme and I, we tried to teach him a few tings, here and dere. His scaffolding is different than yours but it is made, juss the same. He takes his pride in the workings of it, more dan you know. Just because you do not always see it being made just means that it is happening out of your sight or attention. But if a job is to be well done there is always scaffolding.



I am painting a stairwell and once again it hammers home to me that often the prep for the jog (scaffolding) takes longer than the actual task itself.

In the past I have seen CCP face the same issue. Work from where you are or spend a LOT of time diving into the legacy code. Problem is? We Players are an impatient bunch. We do not see the scaffolding, only demand the painting be done. “A simple code change . . . what is the problem and why won’t they do it?”

/me shakes his head

At times I am the same. I have been waiting for CCP to finish scaffolding so we can put down some paint and I may be forced to run for CSM 16 if I want to be a part of that. I am not complaining about timelines, just this has been a rough year for us all and I would like to be a part of the changes to come (for better or worse)

My dad worked with an electrician who was an electrical genius, in his own way. Trouble was? He sucked at prep. So if he was on a jobsite I was tasked with being one step ahead of him doing proper prep, pulling wire, drilling holes, and such. I have seen what happened if someone did not do the prep and it was worked into my own personality, over time, part of my upbringing

But yeah, I do get impatient, now and then

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“Everybody has a project.” Mike explained to Scotty as they sat down with beers before them. “Some folks may not admit it outright but without something to do? We tend to rattle like a loose bearing until something breaks.”

Scotty nodded and sipped his drink, letting Mike talk.

“I met a few folks and they all had some thing they were working on. This one guy is doing a paper on trust among capsuleers.”

Sputtering through his beer, laughing, Scotty asked. “He was studying mythology?”

“Oh don’t give me that. There is a lot more trust in this Universe than the cynics like to claim. It just is a more cautious version of the same. Hell, the Bus project is based on trust. Those who donate trust me to distribute the donations.”

“And if you chose to walk away, how much would you make?” Scotty asked, feigning a casual air.

“Doesn’t matter, won’t happen.” Mike downed his own beer and waved for another. “Then I met a guy who is doing janitor work, capsuleer style. He decided that he has had enough of the Mobile Depots in career systems so he is shooting them down . . . slowly.”

“Shooting them slowly? Career systems are not THAT crowded.”

“No but you cannot just destroy them. They go into a timer and you have to wait two days to finish them off.”

“Doesn’t that kind of action draw some response from the locals?”

Mike grimaced. It makes you a Suspect which means other capsuleers can shoot, if they choose to do so. This guy? He decided he did not care and a few watched him but did not shoot.”

Shrugging scotty grumbled “Seems like a waste of time. The people will just put up more.”

“That.” Mike said, jabbing a finger at Scotty, “that is the exact wrong attitude. I talked to a guy who visited a run down part of town. Tags everywhere, damage to the buildings, storefront defaced and broken. Except this one small area. He asked around and everyone pointed him to an old man. This old guy? He would get up every morning and fix things, wash the tags off, clean the pedestrian walkways.”

“So he was a municipal worker?”

“Nope, I asked him that, said he had been a heavy loader, long time ago, retired now. He just did not like the mess of what his old neighbourhood had become so he started cleaning it.”

“Didn’t it get tagged again?”

“Yup, and again and again and again. But Thing is, the people there started to notice and to like how things looked, cleaned up. So the storefronts got repaired . . . people started to take pride in where they lived. Slowly litter stopped being dropped, the tagging stopped and it became a nice place to be. I think that this capsuleer might have met someone similar and decided that he could be the old man, this time. I will be checking back on him, from time to time to see how it goes, maybe toss him a ship if he needs it.”

Scotty smiled and waited a beat before asking. “And what new project have you got on the go?”

Mike held a hand to his breast. “Moi? I am a lazy pilot just driving the Bus.”

“No, you are a help-a-holic who buys and fits ships, delivers them to systems and hands them out all the while on comms chatting with new capsuleers across New Eden. I know you brought home the full set of skins from the Gala but I am willing to bet that you snuck the runs in between Bus stops, right?”

Mike shook his head and laughed, “You know me too well.”



Yes it HAS been a while but I feel like writing, again.

If you see someone shooting mobile depots that are pure space spam? Probably that guy, cleaning up.

Yes I have some projects on the Horizon and I do need to do my own summary, over the next little while.

Yes, I missed you, too.

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He sat in his ship, the last echoes of the explosions still ringing in his ears and looked out across the expanse. Wreckage as but tiny dots in the distance and the Sansha station loomed but there was a calmness, a peace.

“Home. I needs ta be home, now.”

He sighed and the ship pivoted like a hound searching for a scent, until it pointed in a new directions. Engines lit, critical speed attained, off he shot. Not long later but many lightyears away the ship docked at a station. He slowly shut down channels, comms and took another moment of peace before exiting the ship. A short stop to drop off presents for a few of the people in the station but he was not home, not yet.

He headed for the shuttle down to the planet but was stopped by a familiar voice. “No, your ride is arranged.”

He smiled, turned and surprised Free with a hug that lifted her off her feet. “Arranged?”

She lead him to a side hanger where a sleek private planetary interceptor waited. “I do not want you taking commercial shuttles, anymore. So here we have your ride to the surface today.”

“That,” Mike said “Is a NAS with a full loadout. Are we droppng into a hot zone?”

Free looked at him and smiled. “It is the holidays at Tantas. Of course it is a hot zone. But I also did some investigations and I do not want you making yourself an easy target. So you ride down in an assault ship and you will not complain.”

Mike smiled. “Ma’am” and let her lead him aboard the ship. An hour later he was home. More exactly? He walking into the chaos of cooking, cleaning, voices and laughter, music in the background that made a lot of the people step to the timing and spin out of each others way like a well choreographed dance.

It was several hours before he managed to get Free alone out on the porch and followed up. “So, who wants me dead, now?”



It has been a while since I sat down to write and I feel it building up pressure. I also have two books to hand make for my daughters over the next few days for Christmas. When they were almost 2 decades younger I told them stories that I would make up as I went along. They loved them and always wanted me to write some down.

So a story or two, a recipe or instructions for ‘how dad does things’ And a reminder that some people still write in cursive. Take that!

This has been a year, hasn’t it? I think the next post will be a end of the year summary but if you have made it this far? Suffered through my intermittent posts? Thank you. I hope that you have the merriest of Christmases or whatever mid-winter celebration you choose.

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Operations OOC

As of the end of November I will have been running Operation Magic School Bus for 6 years. Yeah, I know, hard to believe but here is the first post that started it all.

Giving Back

Six year later and I am still supported by the Eve community, still making the rounds and yes, still sending Christmas cards to CCP. (aka Operation Northern Troll) Their mailing list HAS changed, though.

Bjargargata 1,
102 Reykjavík

So if you want to join me in sending them the best wishes of the season you may want to use the above address. I just hope that mine gets there on time and that there is someone in office to receive it.

I live in the Rookie Help Chat, when in game. You get to know some of the patterns of questions and inhabitants. Some of us have been there a LONG time, helping and we have a casual camaraderie and let the one with the best answers take over if questions get specific. Also we see visitors in waves. On the weekend trolls come out, some just asking questions to see if they can trip up the helpers, others complaining about how the game is pay to win or that they should be given a battleship that can stay cloaked while firing . . . /me shakes head

Weekdays may be quieter but more gets done, without the noise of the trolls we can answer questions in depth, make sure the new player understands what we mean. My favourite is when a player returns to the help chat and expresses shock that I am still there. “I remember you from when I started, years ago!”

It is nice to be remembered.

If you have a moment? Send CCP a Christmas or New Years card or whatever holiday that you celebrate.

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“Do you know what I miss the most, in space?” Mike asked, sitting on the porch, writing thank you notes.

Free shook her head at him and waited.

“Sunsets. We get so close to the stars but there is something about a sunset, a sunrise, on a planet with atmosphere. It touches a special place in your heart.” We waved his hand out across the bayou where the sun was, indeed, setting. “It is a transition we just don’t see and as a result miss.”

“I have seen that you do take pictures, in space, though.” Free said.

“Of course I do, I am Gallente, I find whatever beauty is about me and enjoy it. But that does not mean that I don’t miss what I do not have.” His voice lowered, “Or won’t miss what I lose.”

She also lowered her voice and glanced over her shoulder to make sure that they were alone. “Any new word from the doctors?”

“No, dey is keepin close mouthed and just monitorin for now. Tanta seems to be . . . how you say, declinin slowly. But I no counts her out just yet. She be a fighter.”

Free rested her hand on Mikes arm for a moment, silent support, before looking at what he was doing. “Thank you notes?”

“I went and put a call for donations to the Bus and damn if folks did not respond. I was raised to be mannerly so I has to send them thanks.”

“How long should it take to bulk mail thanks?”

Mike smiled. “Prolly not that long but I said I am writing the thanks. It may take me a while but each person who was thoughtful enough to send the Bus a donation deserves some thoughtfulness from me, no?”

She blinked. “Every person gets a note from you?”

“Yeah, it will take some time but it is the right thing to do. Like I said, I was raised right.” He glanced over his shoulder and tears filled his eyes for a moment. He wiped his face on his sleeve and went back to writing.



Not to say that there isn’t beauty in space


Oh I made a new lesson vid, trying to get back into that.

See? Sunsets just aint the same.

If you have a lesson for newbros you think should be made? let me know

For those who have donated to the Bus already? thank you. As the linked post says, I fundraise once a year and this is it.

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The Other Shoe

“Well,” Mike drawled. “What the hell did you think would happen? Let me know where in history invaders have come, then left peacefully. Nope, they do tend to take stuff. In this case? Entire star systems.”

“But what are the ‘Powers that Be’ going to do?” One of the pilots in the bar demanded. “I ran a profitable trade route through Niarja and now . . . and now . . .”

“Do? Well for one thing probably be thankful the trigs did not worship a number higher than 3 or we really woulda been really screwed. But if you are expecting us to ‘get the systems back’ please show me the button that does that. Come on, I knows some of you are positive standings for the Trigs, now you get to bask in the glory of viraggee or whatever the hell you calls it.” Mike paused and looked around the room. some did not make eye contact when he did so.

“Thought so. You wanted to ‘shake things up’? Well lil darlin they is ALL SHOOK UP.” He grinned, swiveled his hips at the waitress and held up fingers to ask for more drinks for his table. He then took a breath and brought his voice down a bit.

“Ain’t just the gates and systems. Ores be missing, too. A lot of change is coming and some of it will come like dominoes. This one knocks that one and so on till some huge plank falls over on our heads. Don’t matter iffen you mine. It matters iffen you plan on flying anything made from minerals mined. Prices gonna be changing, gonna be new work for shippers and pirates who hunts them.”

“Speaking of being hunted . . . “

“Yeah yeah, the bounty office is closed and I no longer has a price on my head. No saying if they is an aftershock of the gates closing or just how things be, now.” Mike shrugged. “It is not like hunting immortals was a paying gig for many folks.” He smiled as the drinks arrived. “But we still have booze, our ships and ammo, we still have this grand adventure of New Eden. Me? I will find my way around the systems because the Bus is still flying. I will keep my Edencom Standings and won’t go trying to ‘fix’ things so I am all good to all folks. Cosying up to people who took 27 of your systems? There is probably a word for such folks but this ain’t strong enough alcohol to clean my mouth after I used such language. So I lets them be them I will keep being me. Any questions?”



Yeah. A LOT of changes and yes, some of it I knew a LITTLE before things hit. (But I take NDAs seriously) Oh, one last thing that I have to link is the new trailer . . .

I love almost everything about this.

Gates . . . look sometimes I take the attitude of ‘if I started the game today would this be unplayable or is it just that I dislike change of how it was. In a months time I may ask newbies what they think of the game map.

Trig systems. Well I fought for Edencom so I doubt I am going to be going on any sightseeing tours anytime soon

Ores. This one is very rough and CCP says it is a phase with an end goal in sight. A few folks on the forums pointed out that temporary measures often stick far longer than they should. This one I hope does not.

As always I keep talking to the ‘Powers that be’ aka CCP and if you have messages for me to pass on? I may (If I have high enough proof alcohol)

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The oddly shaped ship seemed to balance in the hanger, as though wishing to be back out in space rather than parked ‘safe’. Scotty whistled at it as Mike emerged. “One of the new Edencom ships? “

Mike nodded, “Stormbringer, I heard a lot against it then folks started to appreciate its capabilities . . . so I though that I would give it a try.”

“And?” Scotty asked.

“And I like it. Tough hunk of tritanium that it is. But man, it goes against everything that I have learned, over the years. We were always told to finish a target, never (or seldom) should you spread your damage. This puppy does nothing BUT spread the damage. But the thing is? I think I almost like this better than the Gila for abyssal pockets.”

“Heresy.” Scotty stage whispered. “I heard you were also out mining, some, over the past few days.”

“Yup, wanted to go back to where I started, a humble miner. Remind myself of my roots, as it were. Change is in the air, tho.”

Scotty squinted at Mike, “Anything you can share?”

“Just a feeling more than anything. The stargates are acting funny, flickering on a regular beat. Huge battles in Null tend to make all the news but I formed a habit of trying to see past the headlines and figure out what the editors are trying to hide, to slip past us.” Mike grimaced. “For all that we capsuleers are brave adventurers we sure don’t like a lot of change.”



I did a small update while mining, the other day,

But I did not mention the gates pulsing, you may want to check it out if you are passing through. Now from what I have heard on twitter? They are speeding up in their cycles, a little faster, each day.

The true tinfoil says the gates flicker rate is increasing in frequency. Tiptop tinfoil says this counts down to next Tuesday.

I remain ready for anything at this point..- Ashterothi (@Ashterothi)

You know, sometimes I am not sure which I love more, the attention to the details that the players have or the fact that Eve developers put details in for us to find.

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“La, and where has you been, den?”  Tantas voice was a shade weaker, a shadow of a whisper creeping into it.

Mike hesitated but he knew better than to try to lie to her  “They made a new monument to the capsuleers who chose not to go on, for one reason or another.  We may think that we are immortal but truth, Tanta?  We just ain’t gonna end in the same way or for the same reasons.  So I went to pay my respects.”

“Tis always good to pay the respects when you can.  While you was away Boro dropped off a present for me, the work is done.”

“You danced for him, then, did you?”

“We all did, and yes I saw that even you managed a few steps without ruining things.  I assume the countess put you up to it?”

“Boro asked but I do think she encouraged it.  And, yes, I managed not to trip over myself, or anyone else.”

“I will be inviting some folks to see it, afore Boro puts it out there.  You gonna have to come for that.”  Tantas voice lacked power but not determination.

“Yes, Ma’am.”  There was no other answer possible.



I really like the new memorial.  I like the thought behind it, the design and the fact that CCP saw fit that this is a thing for the community.

I am old.  I have left my footprints in the sand in a lot of places but I do hope that someone will anchor a bit there in Molea (planet 2, moon 1) when the time for me comes.

I would like that

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So Much to Do

“So,” Ev asked, late the next day, looking at the fit Mike was requesting be laid aside.  “Where was ya gonna take dat to be blown oop?”

Mike smiled and patted the stealth bomber.  “The nice thing about this is that it lets me live, now and again and is an approved for for the E-Fleets.”

“E-Fleets>  You telecommuting bombs now, mon?”

Mike laughed.  “No, I have been flying with the Edencom forces, holding back the Trigs.”

Ev sighed.  “Yeah, we been hearin bout dem poppin up all ova da place.  Also been hearin some of your bros be fighting for the Trigs and not for the Empire.”

Mike grinned.  “Oh some of them give me a hard time about it but I have chosen my side and that is all there is to it.  Not all pilots have much connection with Empires or normal folks, anymore.  I am thought a bit of a loon for what I do and how I choose to spend my downtime.”

“A loon, for defending your home.”

Mike shrugged.  “Like I said, not all capsuleers feel the same attachment or resent Concord enough to want to stick a thumb in the eye.  Or they just want to see the world burn.  But I find the folks in the Edencom fleets fun and welcoming and they let me bring in the odd ship or two to try things out.”

“So Bus and e-fleets keeping you busy.”

“And the stuff I cannot talk about.”

“Ah, dem powas that be stuff?  Now that you is all elected and official like you have what, one hour a week to toss away to dem?”

“I wish.  Meeting today, meeting tomorrow, meeting Friday.  Chats on the sides and we are barely getting started.”

“Chats bout what?”

“Not even if I was drunk, Ev, not even then.  They be serious about security and I not want to be in their bad books.  But my time is short, the other ship ready for me?”

“Would I letchoo down, mon. It be ready and waitin.”

“Then I am off, place to do, things to be.”



Anyone who is bored in eve?  it is a character flaw, not the games fault.

Tonight there was a huge battle celebrating the birthday of an ill pilot.  By all reports it was a rousing success.

Edencom and the  Trig supporters fight across multiple star systems.  Fleets in the 50s not unusual (on our side, anyways)

Politics and combat and the Drums of War sound deep in the null regions, although who knows what will come to pass?

Bored?  Your problem.

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