I got back into EVE. I still can’t believe it but here we are. And it’s all because Yahoo is terrible but that’s a story for another cup of tea. Anyway, I didn’t plan to come back to New Eden with a sonnet. I planned to undock, get lost, and probably donate a ship or three to science. Instead, one of my first acts returning to EVE after eight quiet years is this: a poem, a blog refresh, a new website and a public handshake with the part of EVE that’s always amused me – its ability to make the ridiculous feel inevitable. In my defense, it wasn’t supposed to be like this – it started with sorting the space wealth which lead to let’s build a small tool to buy ships, which turned into a small website and a revived old forgotten blog – this one. This post is just a small re-entry burn: how a stubborn nerd wrestled a Shakespeare-ish voice out of a language model, and the poem that popped out after an unreasonable amount of quibbling over single words. I wanted a short, funny welcome for my website. Three lines turned into thirty drafts, then into…