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May 1998 |
"To do is to be." - Socrates.
"To be is to do." - Plato.
"Skoo be do be do." - Sinatra.
Well there's a fine mess of things related to a recent
article I did for Computer Gaming World's June issue... ...somehow, the rough draft that I
sent to them wound up in the hands of their British couterpart's webpage (GameSpot, UK)
and was posted. I haven't been this embarrassed in a long while! I don't know who screwed
up, but I am terrifically pissed at whoever you are! Please know, all of you who've
already read this abortion and think I'm a blithering idiot, that it was only a rough
draft used to get the attention of CGW. The grammer is broken, there's no structure or
flow, it sounds like I'm ranting after a night's binge drinking, and I don't spell
"color" with an "our". This was NEVER meant for public eyes and I
apologize for sounding like a complete fool.
The final article, BTW, in the printed June issue...
...page 112, in casr your looking for it right now, ...is worthy reading. It reveals such
secrets as Minimalism, optical illusions, the occipital cortex's rendering processes, and
even Ikebana as they relate to level designing. I am, in fact, a blithering idiot, but I
can write so please do read this version ;)
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26 May 1998 |
Talk about dedication! I just got in... ...it's
4:30am, BTW, ...and the place is like some sick summer camp with Ritualites and their kin
designing and sleeping on bean bag chairs and... ...Hey! ...what are you two doing!? Stop
that or take it home! ...Okay, sorry, ...Jim's here and been so for 17 hours, Tom's here
and been so for... ...what's two weeks straight in hours? ...Madame Kill Creek is sleeping
at his feet in blind puppy dog devotion. Matt and Charlie are here... ...red-eyed and
mushy-tailed. The dedication is quite impressive and I think, ...I think, ...I think I'm
getting all misty...
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17 June 1998 |
...I'm trying to... ...BZZZZZ.... ....tap in... ...ZAP... ...Ouch! ...I'm trying...
...Hello? ...Shees, just one more wire and... ...there we go! Readers, I'm reporting from
Cell #17, Block #57. They only gave me one phone call and that was to Mom... ...I've
managed to... ...to splice into a phone wire running along... ...along the vent and...
....BZZZZZ, ZAP, ...Shit, that hurts! ...Well, anyways, I'm here and alive... ...and in
the office! The bust was a horrible, horrible joke
and the linching party is directed to One Thumb's house for the #6 Dance tonight.
Seriously, we didn't think anyone would notice, or care, but here's the real scope...
...yesterday afternoon a real bust happened just outside our office. There were a half
dozen municiples and some federal-looking folks as well. They had pulled over a big, red
pick up with two huge wodden crates in the back. As the bust progressed, we ended up
seeing that the crates were filled with what looked like 2-kilo bricks of herb. One of the
officers hopped up on the truck and started pointing as he counted... ...we figure 20-30
of these bricks in just one crate. Big time bust. Anyways, the Digitally Challenged One
got some photos and as we were looking at them, Giggle Me This said "Hey! Doesn't
that look like Richard from the back?" ...you can figure the rest.
I feel like Orson Wells here. Truly sorry if anyone was
dupped, but please always consider the source when you hear stories like that... ...what
do you think MacAskill means in Gaelic, anyways!
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