How sad...
Douglas Adams Dies at 49

It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been trying to post this one, little message for nearly two days now...

I've been gone. I've been busy. The one or two of you who read this, well, you're wondering whether I've plunged headfirst into the sea of despair. well, fear not, for I have swum (swam? swimmed? swammed? brung? damn you, conjugations!!!) in that deep water, and i have emerged damp, but victorious. (slight update, since posting hasn't worked: feeling less victorious as nonsense continues to pile upon my tiny little brain.)

I don't even understand me any more. i don't know why you would bother.

Anyway, I found a home in kirkland, washington, a mere 15 minutes from my new employer, Nintendo of America, traffic pending. I am given to understand that washingtonians loathe californians for any number of reasons, right now being that we are "stealing their energy" -- well, I'm not doing it actively, and if I'm doing it at all, it's because of mismanagement and price gouging (thank you, texas power interests, and a special thank you to your puppet president). Anyway, I'm excited, nervous, stressed, and concerned about the coming move, but I think that i'll be happy with it once my friends start visiting (i'll have a spare bedroom, you see) and once I start getting inundated with new and exciting projects. Working with Blizzard was nice, but only because of the people I got to spend time around. Working with Blizzard North was unrewarding in the extreme. I'll go into more details at some point, but suffice it to say that merely understanding and speaking the English language does not make you a master of all things grammatical, and one would do well to remind BN of that particular fact. Forgive me any grammatical slipups in my postings here, as they are meant to be casual ramblings, but if I let literary shite spill into the games I work on, I'm not doing my job. I wasn't being allowed to do my job, because massive egos were more concerned with marking their territory than with improving the writing of the games. i've rambled again. i go. hunger drives me, and I must be fed.