Plaidophile

My mom pointed me to this great article: Caring For Your Introvert, by Jonathan Rausch.

Yeah, sounds about right.

I did a Songfight entry for Run Faster a week ago. While I was traveling to Albuquerque, I did three more mixes. (My favorite is Inflight Turbulence Mix.)

GarageBand is a wonderful thing.

>:(

Yesterday: "We'll play it by ear, but after we get the Sprung UK ROM submitted and tested you'll be able to take off. We'll try to get you out as soon as possible."

Today (after submitting the ROM and while waiting for a response): "Do you have nothing to do? Couldn't you, like, start working on the display layouts for the different phones?"

Because a mime is a terrible thing to waste.

Meh. I've been on the verge of burnout for a while, but there were also lots of things I have to keep on coming in to do, like the UK build of Sprung, which I'm waiting on Nintendo of Europe for something for. But because of these things I never bothered to ask if I could take any personal days off, since I knew the answer would be "no." So, today I finally asked Jason if I could take part of tomorrow off (after getting the UK build done, assuming NoE gets the ROM header to us like they were supposed to do a week ago) and he said it was a difficult thing to approve because I was the last one to ask for specific days off.

Two things which disturb me about an article about a premature (at 26 weeks) birth:

• The most immediate size comparison was with a cellphone
• The parents seem to care more that they have a record-holding baby than that this baby's life is probably going to be rather difficult for the first few years

It kind of bothers me that whenever someone decides to mash-up the Beatles with something else (like Jay-Z or the Beastie Boys), the Beatles are always used as backup and the something else always takes the forefront.

I should do a mash-up someday which turns that around.

6.0 on Tuesday. Go me. (And now I get to carry $12.00 in quarters around in my pocket.)

Also, IGN's review is so pointlessly-negative it's funny.

Even though I normally work until 7:30 PM, every time I show up at 9:15 or later Antoine bitches at me for needing to be on time. Every single fucking day something conspires to make me get in at 9:15 or later, so every single fucking day he's been bitching at me for being late. Even though I still put in more hours than him, and there's no specific reason I have to be in at 9:00 exactly.

Even though yesterday I gave myself the worst asthma attack I've had in 10 years trying to get in on time (I had to run to the next station because at the station by my apartment they'd closed all but one booth and all but one vending machine, and of course it was the day I needed to buy a new pass, and just as I got to the vending machine after waiting in line for 20 minutes, they shut it down too), I still ended up late. Antoine was totally unsympathetic.

My job's pretty decent, I guess, even when I do work 10+ hours a day...

Between love and hate there's general indifference. I guess I'm fine here for now.

Though maybe I should share an article with various people around here.

I need a job where I don't get physically ill at the thought of getting up in the morning to go to it. Nf.

Broadway Café's coffee, when taken black, tastes like ass.