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March 1998 |
For any of you that didn't get to go, or even hear
about it, let me say how impressive Ion Storm's new pad is! You're ears pop... ...no
shit!, as you blast up the 54-story elevator in less than 5 seconds. It's on the top floor
of the most prestigious building in Dallas and is wall-to-wall-to-ceiling glass. The view
is incredible! I waived, BTW, Blue, but I guess you didn't see me? ...;)
The space is layed out like some hippy-dippy, Californian
shanty town... ...only it's like one you'd find in Brentwood or Beverly Hills. The
cubicals are an ecclectic hodgepodge of various industrial-looking materials thrown
together... ...but with incredible taste and balance. The main theme is corrogated
metal... ...expensively enameled corrogated metal ;) They've got their own mini-studio and
theatre with motion-capturing and wide-screen and... ...well, you get the point, ...they
have way too much money over there!
This finger is late, BTW, because I've been rather ill
since the special Ion Storm Who's Who party on Thursday night. I thought I was going turn
myself inside out on Friday from all the hurling. At first, I thought it was a really bad
hangover until it lasted through Saturday. Then I thought "My god! That bastard
Romero tried to poison me!". ...Hey, it happens! ...Jealousy is an evil, evil thing
and... ...oh, sorry, ...anyhow, come Sunday when I was still praying to the Porcelein
Thrown, I figured I caught a genuine bug.
This prilimary party was awesome indeed! I haven't been
so well-catered since the few mogul parties I've been to in Hollywood (I have seen some
shit, believe you me;) Only the best of edible delictables and only the most expensive of
potables. No $800/lb caviar or silver trays of Peruvian Marching Dust, perhaps, but just
about everything else. I would have eaten alot more if my stomach hadn't turned from
seeing the Ion Storm logo on EVERYTHING! ...even the Chinese food take-out containers had
a little green circle on them ;) John and Tom have truly brought the
"entertainment" industry to Texas... ...alas, poor Yorick!
While I was lying in bed on Sunday, I watched a cool
biography on A&E about Saddam Hussein. Why are all the megalomaniacal dictators of the
world the same? Their story sounds real cool for the first half hour and you find yourself
saying ridiculous shit like "You know, that Stalin was a pretty cool dude! Why does
he have such a bad reputation?". Then the next half hour, which has them entering
absolute power and, of course, absolute corruption, reveals a truly wicked asshole inside
that makes you almost ashamed to be a human animal yourself. It must be the gauntlet of
humanity that they have to climb to get to their position.
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07 March 1998 |
John Carmack never ceases to amaze me! We're in the
middle of switching over to the Quake II code. There's been alot of pain and some definite
delays have been set it solid. However, the new "detail" brushes have changed a
24+ hour VIS on my "Jungle Pass" level to a 4 minute VIS.
Unbe-fricken-lievable... ...4 minutes! The dude is scary! Although Dick is poking me right now saying "Don't do it, ...be a
man!", I've got to set the record straight and publically apologize to Scott and
George for being an asshole the past year. I don't know what got in me and it all was
undeserved. Well, most of it was undeserved... ...I'm still pissed someone else's name is
on my levels, especially Pig Sty, but that's not important now. Things weren't perfect in
Garland, but they're not perfect here either. On the 10th of March I'll celebrate being in
Texas for 3 years and this has me thinking lately how fortunate I've been since loading up
my Yoter and heading south. Thanks Scott and George... ...you're bastards and I still want
to kill you, but only as competitors ;) Thank you, too, Master Newhard!
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13 March 1998 |
Is it really Dallas, or is it just me? You know how you become sensitive to certain things
once you become aware of them... ...like you buy a new red Suburban and all of a sudden
that's al you seem to see... ...red Suburbans, ...or you hear the name Rubenowitz for the
first time and then all of a sudden you hear of a dozen other Rubenowitzs?
...Rubenowitzii? ...whatever. Anyways, it seems that every time I hear of some fruitcake
person or wacko (sounds like Waco) event... ...it's in Dallas. For instance, I watch The
Daily Show and they have a section called "God's Stuff" in which the do short
exposes on religious nuts. Last night they did a half dozen or so and, yes, most of them
seemed to hail from right here down yonder way. Great show, BTW, and does anyone else
think Craig Kilborn is a clone for Doug Wood (Valve artist, did a little Duking, too)?
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| 23 March 1998 |
The Decline of American Culture? ...well, what has
happened to today's youth! We had a Ritual picnic yesterday (Mother Miller is always
looking after our all-round well being) and I must say that I am depressed (we should have
gone much further, much faster) with the state of the next generation. When we had picnics
in my time, everyone tried their best to loose as many brain cells as possible. There were
potables and smokables, droppables and inhalents, and just about any psychotropic
substance imaginable. Today? ...the kids go to a party and they play computer games! Where
we were into heavies like horse, they're into the MULE. It's sad, it's pathetic, and I
don't understand... ...I want to go home! ...;) Actually,
it was a very cool party on a very beautiful day. Although there was indeed a large
"group" of pasty-white tribespeople inside playing games most of the day, we did
have a great time!
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29 March 1998 |
Well, well, well, ...the psychosis spreads! I get to
work pretty fricken early, pretty fricken sick early, actually. I get in this morning at
5:30 and look who's here - Mr. Paradox! Sick, sick, sick. Speaking of sick, I found a piece of perversion right here in the Dallas
Alley. We've got this rather robust country singer that used to torture us with the same
six songs each and every night when our offices were on the other side of the building.
Anyhow, just before I left yesterday, at about 2pm, I stopped by the restroom to make sure
the tank was empty and ready for bouncing and careening up 75. As I finished my tinkle, I
heard the women's bathroom flush next door. As I washed the piddies, I heard the women's
door open and close. Strange, me thinks to me self? The Rolling Weider and I are the only
ones in the office... ...who could be in the girlie's loo? Well, as I headed for the
elevator just around the corner from the latrines, who is standing there with a shit-eaten
grin but our beloved 300lb country boy. He had just come to rest from walking away from
the bathrooms, BTW. Now, I didn't "see" all this connected, but again, there
were only two level designers in the building, I heard the female can flush and the
women's head door open and shut, and then I saw this prevo dude. I hope it's not true,
...I mean, we do not allow that shit in Texas, but there you have the facts as I saw them.
...Ahhhhh! ...the Digitally Challenged One is here,
too! ...we've gone clinical and need help!
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