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Thursday,
June 19, 2003 |
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“I’ll have
what she’s having!”
Okay, we need some happy news here, …and it
just so happens we have some. It’s not a Dick Story, but the names
of those involved, including the establishments, need to be
protected. For the set-up, let’s say that we had some visiting
dignitaries yesterday, you may refer to them as publishing
dignitaries, and we took them to dinner last night at one of Dallas’
more refined restaurants. Rather nice place, it is, with
Porches and Ferraris out front and cloth towels in the
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We were placed at a table near the back, right
next to the banquet room that is sectioned off by a wall and double
doors. The wall had windows, which will become important near the
end of the story.
We had an exquisite dinner and some of the best
wine ever. The wine list looked like the amortization schedule for
my house, actually. We ate and joked for hours, and were ready
for desert at about 11:30pm. The restaurant was empty by then,
except for us. Just as we finished ordering desert, we started to
hear these loud noises coming from the banquet room. Loud noises, like
furniture being moved around, …violently! You know, the sound
of table legs resonating as the table is dragged across the floor
just before smacking against the wall, chairs flipping over, silverware
clanging, ...stuff like that.
One, ...two, ...soon all eight of us were up peering through the windows
to see what was going on in there. What was going on? One of our
four servers was a female and, evidently, her rather energetic lesbian
lover was at the restaurant to pick her up after work, …I mean
really pick her up.
We peeked through the windows to see the waitress spread-eagled on one of the
tables, and her
girlfriend between her legs kissing and grabbing and kissing
and, …well, you know, that stuff women do to other women.
It
was hilarious! We were all gazed for what seemed like an hour, me feeling a bit
childish for watching what was really none of my business.
Within a
few minutes, the girlfriend noticed us (probably heard the giggling
and laughter), got up, and closed the blinds. This was followed by
more even louder sounds of furniture being tossed, and soon after
that, both of them leaving the room. The waitress first, walking fast
paced and saying “You’re going to get me fired!”, and her
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Monday,
June 16, 2003 |
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There's a reason why we wait for three days before the funeral.
It's because it takes that long to come back from the shock and really start to
deal with the lose. I'm starting to deal with the lose. Last Friday, ...Friday the 13th,
...a full-mooned
Friday, ...was befitting the notorious reputations these two
superstitions have. It was one of the worst days ever, ...it was the day
Ritual had to say goodbye to some of the most gifted game
developers the industry has ever seen, and it was the day I
had to say goodbye to some of my closest friends.
Make no mistake, we work long hours and spend most of our time
with each other. I have been closer to these people than my own family.
For some of them, I would gladly
jump out in front of a truck.
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One thing needs to be made clear, ...it was NOT
the EF2 Team that was let go. It was a group selected under
the most horrible and arduous conditions.
Look down at your hand right now and try to decide which two
fingers you would cut off if you suddenly found out you had only a
three-fingered glove with which to protect your entire hand.
Without the glove, your hand would freeze and fall off, all of it. Which two fingers would be the least
painful to do without, ...and remember, as hard as that
decision would be, the actual cutting would be equally agonizing no
matter which two you selected. That was last Friday.
On a broader note, Ritual is doing fine. We are
traumatized, true, but the company is strong and very eager to
finish Condition Zero for the PC and Counter-Strike for the XBox.
We also are continuing with our pursuit of almost a half dozen new
projects, three of which could be signed within a month or three.
I personally have received many, many emails and phone calls
wishing us continued prosperity and offering condolences. My
utmost thanks to you people because in times like these, having
friends and support is the most precious thing of all for a human.
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Monday,
June 2, 2003 |
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