Friend of mine died last night in a motorcycle wreck. Other than the family I have out here, he was my only friend on this side of the Mississippi.

He will be missed.

I got an online acquaintance to build me a map system and author some new map tiles, I'm really getting into the game now. Should be able to start some early alpha testing soon.( Screenshot behind the cut )

This is fun to do. Just read the "offense" and if you've done it, you owe that fine. Keep going until you've read each "offense" and added up your total fine. Title your bulletin "My Bar Tab is$........" You don't have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.

Smoked pot -- $10
Did acid -- $5
Ever had sex at church -- $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you-- $40
Had sex with someone on MySpace -- $25
Had sex for money -- $100
Ever had sex with the a Puerto Rican -- $20
Vandalized something -- $20
Had sex on your parents' bed -- $10
Beat up someone -- $20
Been jumped -- $10
Crossed dressed -- $10
Given money to stripper -- $25
Been in love with a stripper -- $20
Kissed some one who's name you didn't know --$10
Hit on some one of the same sex while at work-- $15
Ever drive drunk -- $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- $50
Used toys while having sex -- $30
Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- $20
Went skinny dipping -- $5
Had sex in a pool -- $20
Kissed someone of the same sex -- $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex -- $20
Cheated on your significant other -- $10
Masturbated -- $10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend --$20
Done oral -- $5
Got oral -- $5
Done / got oral in a car while it was moving-- $25
Stole something -- $10
Had sex with someone in jail -- $25
Made a nasty home video -- $15
Had a threesome -- $50
Had sex in the wild -- $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars -- $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50
Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25
Went streaking -- $5
Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15
Been arrested -- $5
Spent time in jail -- $15
Peed in the pool -- $0.50
Played spin the bottle -- $5
Done something you regret -- $20
Had sex with your best friend -- $20
Had sex with someone you work with at work --$25
Had anal sex -- $80
Lied to your mate -- $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good --$25

Tally it up and Title it..."My Bar Tab Is..."

So I went to go see the new movie Blindness yesterday. It was very Shyamalan-esque with no explanation about why the main plot point even happened. I think the director was trying to make the movie into a "human condition" story. Yes, when people are treated a certain way due to certain things, of course they turn into animals.

The movie also took a "Firefly" approach to character introduction. I feel the lack of exposition in shows and movies really takes away from the show or movie as a whole as the ENTIRE movie becomes the exposition. You have no idea why characters do things until they explain why later. (Which should have been covered in the exposition.) Another example of this would be the movie Cloverfield. (With the exception of those who followed the viral marketing campaign and learned about the characters well before the movie was released.)

Overall I would say I enjoyed the movie because the story/concept, casting and acting were all very cool, but the storytelling was a huge pain in my ass.

So it's been a good long while since I've made an update.

I'm currently working at a company called Zynga. We produce games for social networking sites. I'm a developer for the games and currently the company has me tasked at debugging the code to get used to the architecture. The work is great. I am in my field and I really know what I'm doing.

I am desperately trying to save my money so that I can get to see some folks from back in Ohio. You have to work hard for the money you make out here. No fucking around. You work 10 hour days and you don't expect to have a social life during the week.

Anyways, I miss you, those that read my journal and I'm not able to reach. You know who you are.

Arrived tonight around 8. Got nothing done. Tomorrow is unpack day.

For those not in the know, today is my last day of work here at Versicom. Here in a second I'm going to start packing my stuff up and I'll probably bring it down to my truck early and then I'll rifle through my computer looking for anything that doesn't belong and delete it.

Know what I hate? People who complain they don't get any comments on their LJ when they don't allow comments to be made.

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George Carlin died yesterday, that motherfucker. He was an old cocksucker and when I heard about it the first thing that went through my mind was "fuck." Then I ran to the bathroom hoping not to piss myself; as I was already there, doing my business, I decided that then was a good time as any to take a shit. I found an old Playboy on the window sill and when I opened to the centerfold I said, "Wow! Look at that cunt and those tits!"

I'll miss you George.

So RWB, Sarah and I were sitting up in the AC last night just bullshitting (as we are want to do) and I'm rolling my chair over to my newly fucked computer with it's broken hard drive when I hear the word "hey." I turn around and see RWB sipping his drink from Chipotle and I give him the raised eyebrows indicating that he should tell me what he wanted to say after he said "hey." I ask him, "What?" To which he replies, "What?" I state that he said, "Hey." And he tells me that I said, "Hey."

We continue with this exchange of perpetually freaking each other out and asking if one was fucking with the other and, eventually, we mutually agree that we heard a ghost or spirit and proceeded to jump into hysteria and try our best to laugh it off. We kept our minds preoccupied with other thoughts while always veering the conversation back to the supernatural and ended up continuing to scare ourselves.

I haven't heard from RWB yet today so I assume he's been hit by a bus. (Just sayin')

I figured this was worth posting as it's fairly deep.

I am mentally exhausted. So much is goes on in my head and it's all just rambling and disorganized and by just trying to sort it all out is a somewhat great task. "What's up?" Isn't something I can quantify and put into words, it would be like explaining color to the blind or music to the deaf. Now don't be sorry for me. The thoughts I'm having all, or at least a great majority, lead to positive emotions. I feel great about the stuff I'm thinking about, just the act of thinking about them is exhausting.

So mom calls me last night and tells me she just got a $10,000/year raise. She then tells me that, if I wanted to, I should just give my two weeks tomorrow and head to California then. And that Sarah would have a job the second she stepped on the pavement. And that I would be supported until I found a job out there. She said it was all up to me and she would support me regardless. This all came about when I told her that my one major job opportunity fell through on me out in Cali yesterday.

I am conflicted right now about this. Waiting to I find a job out there means more time with the people I love here. As well as the built in security of knowing I have a job waiting on me out there. Moving away without a job is a terrifying aspect to me. Plus leaving some people behind makes me feel like such a douche bag.

And I forgot my lunch today.

Dunno the extent of the issue but my computer wouldn't boot this morning. Normally there is an amber light on the power supply to let me know the thing is at least plugged in; no such luck with that today. So my first steps in trouble shooting will be to be another new power supply into the beast. This will be the 5th new PSU I've needed to replace in 2 years. I'm thinking the little beast just runs too hot.

Currently waiting on a 3rd reply from In Ticketing about a job offer. Marc emailed me twice so far. The first was to ask if I were interested in a 3 month contract position. The second, after I asked how much I would potentially be paid was telling me that he is busy and would have to get back to me. Now is the waiting game.

So the company I went to interview/work with a couple weeks ago, In Ticketing, finally got to calling my references. Doug, my first reference, said it was a strait forward questionnaire type of call. I just hope they call Josh back soon as he told me they called while he was on the phone already and he just now checked his voice mail and called them back and left a message.

Just in case anyone cares to see, I have a Twitter now and you can see the first 3 entries of my life posted on my portfolio page here.

Dragons of old the story is told,
There is only a single of thee,
You lay your one egg,
I pull on no leg,
Is it a he or she?

Out hatches kin at night when most dim,
Again the last of it's kind,
Oh, what a sting!
It has only one wing?
And three legs and a very small mind.

The laughter is loud and heard in the clouds,
My God, only one fang?
The dragon did tour,
Head first to the door,
Oh what a cry and a bang.

Learning was tried with many a guild,
But public school is where he was placed,
"I mished the bahsh!"
"Pleash schtop the bahsh!"
The last dragon tripped hard on his face.

They took him away on his last day,
To prepare him for his new headgear,
The dragon chose pink,
To go with his stink,
A contraption that changed every one year.

Now it is told the dragon is old,
No egg was laid this day,
He only wears hats,
Thank goodness for that,
For I'm sure the next one'd be gay.

Samuel L. Billings, 33, was found dead in the ally-way behind The Corner Pocket this morning at 7am. He was last seen leaving George's Mercantile minutes earlier. It has been said that Mr. Billings stole a revolver and some ammo just before the mercantile opened. Reports tell us that before the robbery and death, Mr. Billings was seen in The Corner Pocket sitting and having a very lengthy conversation with the bartender only known as "Waffles." Waffles has been arrested and is currently being questioned in town's lockup. Sheriff Hastings is asking to see and question the sisters Pixie and Trixie about the apparent suicide.

Also, reports have told us that a house fire at the Billings' Ranch claimed Mr. Billings wife, Samantha, 30, of 12 years. Due to Mr. Billings being without an heir, the Billings' Ranch will most likely be given to the Union to be auctioned.

Any information regarding the house fire or the death of Mr. Billings should be directed to Sheriff Hastings at the sheriff's office on Main St.

So Sarah and I are at home and Sarah is watching me play WoW while eating strawberry ice cream and I kill some rogue in Nagrand and I start tea-bagging him. A fellow alliance character walks up and sees this so I wave happily and continue my merciless tea-bagging escapades. He lets out a blood-curdling shriek and I wave a second time. Sarah asks me why the guy is shrieking and I tell her "Well, what would you do if you just walked up and saw me merrily tea-bagging some random fellow?" Strawberries proceed to eject from her nasal cavities like a baby's first poo. Yeah... good times.

Covered in creme corn........