| Signing off. |
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This journal has run its course; I decided not to delete it because it'd be a hassle to archive the whole thing, but I don't plan on posting here any more. I have a therapist to talk to if I need to vent, and any game-related item's I'll keep posting at neverwinterconnections.com or my NWN-only blog at www.fleetstreetgaming.com/sweeneytodd .
If I end up having things I can't help but say to myself, I'll make a new blog... but I doubt it. If I do, it'll be named after my second-favorite Borges story... that's vague enough, isn't it?
Thanks to Diet Coke, Djharum, and everybody I know for making it interesting.
Don't forget to turn out the lights.
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| holy shit... |
[06 Nov 2003|09:48pm] |
http://www.wral.com/news/2615665/detail.html
two dead within sight of my window in a murder-suicide affair. we walked over to th scene tonight, and in a par for the course show of idiocy on the part of the apartment management, the 'a crime has occurred... be on your guard' letter that went to every door had gone to theirs, too.
it was really disturbing to look up and see the ceiling of the bedroom lit from the glare out of the bathroom, knowing that it was probably where those shots were fired.
certainly puts shit in perspective.
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| insanity at the local bookstore |
[06 Nov 2003|09:14pm] |
After getting my hair cut, I piddle over to Border's to leaf through some Orpheus books (yet another RPG I'd love to run some time). Two guys across from me are talking about.. wait.. what the fuck, about prostitutes who are officer's wives in Fayetteville. Fucked up. Then I realize the one guy's just cornered and is holding forth the other one, as the former gets into how he's moving tens of thousands of dollars of camping gear to the military, then about something involving 'we are the only country who turns our nuclear waste into bullets', then something about wishing George W. Bush got hit by one of the 9/11 planes. And this is the cleaned up version.
Reaffirming my faith in humanity ever so slightly, the latter guy told him he wasn't going to listen to him halfway through; unfortunately, this didn't stop him. But it did give all us coffee-sippers a glimpse into madness.
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[07 Oct 2003|12:23am] |
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This was interesting... I got a mention on NWVault (the main NWN news site) yesterday on the front page, for running a module using the Modern Day custom content. While trenchcoats, pistols, and renegade RIAA agents in black Caddies was good fun, I didn't think it was newsworthy. But when you're talking about a hobby game site, I don't think I have to worry about my head swelling. I'm just glad somebody other than me got a kick out of it.
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| posted miscellany |
[25 Sep 2003|09:54am] |
Stolen from some guy's forum post...
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Chuck Palahniuk's TOON
Daffy gets me a job as an entertainer, after that Daffy's raising a piano above my head and saying, the first step to comedic greatness is you have to fall down. For a long time though, Daffy and I were best friends. People are always asking, did I know about Daffy.
The shadow of the baby grand falling over me, Daffy says, "We really won't die."
With my long ears I can feel the ivory keys and the lacquered finish. Most of the noise a piano makes is vibrations, there's the note that sounds when the key causes a hammer to hit the wire. To make a player piano, you just rig a motorized spool with holes, a lot of holes. This causes the hammers to strike the wires accoring to the pattern cut into the roll.
You drill the holes wrong and the piano will sound like it's being dropped onto someone's head. "This isn't really death," Daffy says. "We'll be legend. We won't grow old."
My ears plink out a few bars of "Ride of the Valkyries" and I say, Daffy, you're thinking of Disney.
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| shiva |
[30 May 2003|10:26am] |
I talk with Those who Whisper In Halls, in the darkest, LCD-display lit crevasses. We chant unholy plots and plans, of Slipped Schedules and of the Taking of Things Offline.
I lurk in the spaces between, a caffeine-fueled ghoul in khaki. I subsist on junk food and stress. Animals flee from my sight, and milk turns sour in my shadow. I breathe smoke.
I am a Project Manager. If you see me, humble men and gentle women, drive a stake through my heart, cut off my head, and wreathe me in garlic. It's the only way to be sure.
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| a thought |
[24 May 2003|01:40pm] |
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one of these days, far in the future, i will realize i have become that old man in Bermuda shorts and Hawaiian shirt who trawls the sand underneath the pier, with a metal detector bought off of the Home Shopping Network.
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| six feet under quote of the week |
[18 May 2003|10:03pm] |
"Truth and relationships don't make life better... they make life possible."
Runner-up: "Fuck me! Fuck me until I can't remember my own name!"
Two weeks until the season finale. Season 3 is the best yet.
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| welcome back, mister anderson |
[18 May 2003|12:57am] |
I really do love Hugo Weaving, although I thought he was underused in the latest Matrix movie. (I know, I know, his character is around a lot, but I wanted the actor to get more screen time as opposed to CG stunt doubles.
I'd recommend you see this in a movie with a quality sound system; with only a pretty good one, the experience was rather underwhelming for me. Because IMO it's really about the eye and ear candy this time. My opinion of the movie has somewhat improved over the last day or so, but my first take was basically "go watch all the trailers, invent some compelling plot to tie these action sequences together, and you will have imagined a better movie than the one that was filmed.
As usual, I've blown my load pondering and discussing the movie at forums.somethingawful.com, so I'm left without much to say here. I tell you, once I stopped being such a lurker there, I lost much of my compulsion to blog.
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[12 May 2003|10:57pm] |
I've picked up some additional responsiblities while one of our team members is out recovering from carpal tunnel surgery (the great occupational hazard of our kind.)
If you have done software development before, this will be amusing... if not, trust me, it's ass-backward.
One of the tasks our test team has been assigned is to develop user scenarios. These are basically use cases, explaining how the software will be used in the real world.
Why is the test team doing this, you might ask? It's essentially a requirements-gathering and design issue. Yes, that's right. In other words, the people who architect and develop our software have no idea how it is actually going to be used. Developing scenarios of how a real user might work with the software (and therefore, determining whether or not it is of any use) is tasked to us, after development is complete.
In other words, the developers have been tasked with 'make a wheeled vehicle with a gas-powered engine', and after it's finished, we tell them whether the customers want a VW Beetle or a 12-wheel big rig. As you can imagine, it's a little late at that point to actually make what they wanted; but at least we will know exactly how far we missed fulfilling their needs.
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| kill me now |
[05 May 2003|12:54pm] |
you guys are going to laugh, I know... but DDR is actually a hell of a lot of fun.
edit:
So I downloaded the XBox port of Stepmania this weekend, and tried it out with the controller. There were a ton of good songs, so I figured, what the heck, I should give this a real try. (I have no rhythym and I'm out of shape, so I figured why not work on both at once)
I go to get a cheapie soft pad on Saturday, but am stymied when nobody's ever heard of of PS->XBox controller adaptor, and some Hot Topic-tastic girls just in front of me in line pick up the last copy of DDR Konamix for the PS1.
Sunday after dealing with various other issues, I pick up said crappy Mad Katz pad (I know, I know, but it's the only time in my life an 'extended service plan' for three bucks will have been worth the money) and Konamix. I plug it in, realize I don't know any of these songs (as in "Hey, WTF, where's "Butterfly") but work through the hand-holding lesson mode.
I've actually been shirking work today to read up on this game.
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| c'est tr?s stupide |
[03 May 2003|12:53pm] |
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I'm keeping the body of the post private for now, but this icon is perfect.
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[01 May 2003|03:27pm] |
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April was a terrible month. This is one hell of a relief that it's over.
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| "I see a lot of motion, but no real progress" |
[01 May 2003|11:47am] |
That's a random quote heard by a cellphone-jabbering marketeer outside our building this morning. I liked the phrasing of it.
Presented at a meta-group status report this morning: I love the herd mentality you see when a dozen people each only have five minutes to speak. Apparently nothing ever goes wrong and all is sweetness and light.
Silly stuff, but it feels good to be engaged with the system.
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| three oh |
[19 Apr 2003|12:02am] |
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funny, i don't _feel_ old...
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| Six degrees of |
[14 Apr 2003|03:16pm] |
I've been hiding out for work reasons, but I thought you folks would enjoy playing with this, if you haven't already seen it.
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