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Sep. 16th, 2002 12:15 pmFreedom. Sweet candy-like freedom. Came in today and got handed a build with the caveat that "We want you to put it in, but we couldn't care less if you play it or not". Rock. Looks like we're doing pretty well in CQC also (CQC is sort of a last minute fresh-eyes test group before it heads out to third party). This is probably due to the fact that they haven't been able to come up with a sufficiently corporately sugar coated way of saying "This game is nearly as much fun as being sexually assaulted by a rabid badger hopped up on a cocktail of PCP, speed, and Viagra"
You know, I bet there are some people who when their games finish settle back to glory in the positive reviews and the feel of a job well done. My perfect vision of the future on the other hand is a self-satisfied smirk when I see a review tearing the game to shreds specifically mention a bug I wrote up and that production known shipped.
Had fun this weekend. Went up to Berkeley on Friday with Heather. Grabbed Rachelhead and went out to dinner and then off to Spat's for girlydrinks. Met up with Chip and Chase there. Tossed Chip an uber-cheap copy of Battlefield 1942 that I grabbed from the company store with my handy dandy employee discount. He seemed almost unwholesomely happy about it. Sometimes the perks on this job aren't so bad. In the world is too small news, it turns out that Heather lived within a block of Chip and Chase in Boston. What're the odds? Anyway, many girlydrinks were had. Much 80's music was listened and sung pseudo-drunkenly along with. Miss the east bay. Wanna go back. As per always. Sad that I had misconnects with other east bay peeps while I was up there though.
Did in fact end up going back on Sunday for Nadja's and my monthly hang out with momness trip. Brought Heather and Rachel along. Saw a documentary on Andy Goldsworthy, which was quite enjoyable, though I expected to be a little impatient with it. (I think it's mainly a function of not having so much free time anymore, I feel the need to be hyper-stimulated when I do have time to myself to make up for it. Probably burning man withdrawal also).
Was reminded of just how ill suited I am to any sort of creative endeavour. Goldsworthy does lots of stuff with rivers and tides. I've always had a proclivity towards water, but does it inspire me to create art? Nope, instead I just want to know how it works. Fluid dynamics was my first great dissapointment when I realized that science is pretty hopeless for describing nature on any level of complexity. All those hours building dams and obstructing streams, and floating little chips of wood around watching the eddies when I was five with the belief that someday I'd understand how it all worked, and then I get up to a decent level physics class and they sort of hand-wave around and say "Well, there's flux and all, but water's pretty tricky. Moving on now". Bah!
So, I finally filled my jones for a decent textbook again. Wandered to Neds, which is one of the UC Berkeley student bookstores. Brain seems to mostly be interested in physics at the moment, so that's where I lingered. Mainly wanted one of the nice graduate level books on supergravity, supersymmetry or superstring theory (I seem to have a soft spot for superlatives. Also sibbilant alliteration). Had to remind myself that I wasn't in fact a physics major, and maybe I should go over the basics again first, so I grabbed a quantum mechanics text. Mmmm, dorkiness.
Hrm. It's lunch time, so I'm going to wrap this up fastish. Also hit up Cody's and grabbed Gun With Occasional Music. Finished Perdido Street Station (which was excellent, and I'll probably talk about more in depth when I have time). Now reading the semi-sequel The Scar. Only about 5 books to go before I catch up with my purchases. Ate chinese food with my mom. Came back and watched the Sopranos with her household. Also, the new Battletech figures are neat. If you're a geek that is. Look here if you care.
Lunch now!
You know, I bet there are some people who when their games finish settle back to glory in the positive reviews and the feel of a job well done. My perfect vision of the future on the other hand is a self-satisfied smirk when I see a review tearing the game to shreds specifically mention a bug I wrote up and that production known shipped.
Had fun this weekend. Went up to Berkeley on Friday with Heather. Grabbed Rachelhead and went out to dinner and then off to Spat's for girlydrinks. Met up with Chip and Chase there. Tossed Chip an uber-cheap copy of Battlefield 1942 that I grabbed from the company store with my handy dandy employee discount. He seemed almost unwholesomely happy about it. Sometimes the perks on this job aren't so bad. In the world is too small news, it turns out that Heather lived within a block of Chip and Chase in Boston. What're the odds? Anyway, many girlydrinks were had. Much 80's music was listened and sung pseudo-drunkenly along with. Miss the east bay. Wanna go back. As per always. Sad that I had misconnects with other east bay peeps while I was up there though.
Did in fact end up going back on Sunday for Nadja's and my monthly hang out with momness trip. Brought Heather and Rachel along. Saw a documentary on Andy Goldsworthy, which was quite enjoyable, though I expected to be a little impatient with it. (I think it's mainly a function of not having so much free time anymore, I feel the need to be hyper-stimulated when I do have time to myself to make up for it. Probably burning man withdrawal also).
Was reminded of just how ill suited I am to any sort of creative endeavour. Goldsworthy does lots of stuff with rivers and tides. I've always had a proclivity towards water, but does it inspire me to create art? Nope, instead I just want to know how it works. Fluid dynamics was my first great dissapointment when I realized that science is pretty hopeless for describing nature on any level of complexity. All those hours building dams and obstructing streams, and floating little chips of wood around watching the eddies when I was five with the belief that someday I'd understand how it all worked, and then I get up to a decent level physics class and they sort of hand-wave around and say "Well, there's flux and all, but water's pretty tricky. Moving on now". Bah!
So, I finally filled my jones for a decent textbook again. Wandered to Neds, which is one of the UC Berkeley student bookstores. Brain seems to mostly be interested in physics at the moment, so that's where I lingered. Mainly wanted one of the nice graduate level books on supergravity, supersymmetry or superstring theory (I seem to have a soft spot for superlatives. Also sibbilant alliteration). Had to remind myself that I wasn't in fact a physics major, and maybe I should go over the basics again first, so I grabbed a quantum mechanics text. Mmmm, dorkiness.
Hrm. It's lunch time, so I'm going to wrap this up fastish. Also hit up Cody's and grabbed Gun With Occasional Music. Finished Perdido Street Station (which was excellent, and I'll probably talk about more in depth when I have time). Now reading the semi-sequel The Scar. Only about 5 books to go before I catch up with my purchases. Ate chinese food with my mom. Came back and watched the Sopranos with her household. Also, the new Battletech figures are neat. If you're a geek that is. Look here if you care.
Lunch now!
