Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick. Again.

This time, the damn thing won't go away. Anyone got any remedies for a cough that keeps you up all night and won't go away? Luckily, it's happening over Christmas vacation, which is usually a pretty lax time of year as far as work hours go. Well, I'm on the late shift till this freakin cough lets me get to sleep at a reasonable unreasonable hour.

Christmas was great. I got some new shoes, lots of books, some towels, Deus Ex: Invisible War and a samba cd. I'm in the middle of reading Wolves of the Calla, being the fifth part of Stephen King's Dark Tower/Gunslinger series. It's thoroughly fun and I'm having a great time reading it. I also, just recently, started reading Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. It's pretty good so far, but it's no Invisibles. Seems like lots of guest appearances and some pretty hokey stuff, at least as I ken from the first three or four issues. I bet it was pretty rad back in the late eighties, though. It comes highly recommended, so I'm going to give it ten or twelve more issues before I give it up. Come to think of it, The Invisibles didn't really kick in for me until the second collection... I'll keep you all posted.

All these goddamn books are keeping me away from my games! I just installed Call of Duty and haven't gotten a chance to play much Gothic or Gladius over the break. Ah well, I've all the time of the rest of my life, I do. So long as I don't die from this accursed cough.

I fought for my right.

Wicked time at the company party tonight. We went to Yamashiro, which is this Japanese restaurant in the Hollywood Hills. It was right above my first place in LA, and I always wanted to go, but never did til tonight. It was an amazingly cool restaurant... I'm not really sure about the food (not much left when we arrived fashionably late), but the architecture was beautiful and the view of LA at night was gorgeous. Our main party room consisted of a deck which encircled a pond containing several large poi. When the sushi ran out, they seemed nervous, but nothing ever happened to them... someone started singing karaoke and we all lost our appetites :D

To put it short, it was a blast... sang a couple songs and then capped the night off with a little shaking of the booooty. Ryan Duffin and I actually won a prize for our moving rendition of Bust a Move. I could have sworn that the karaoke operator had a tear in his eye when he gave over what turned out to be an expensive bar of soap, which Ryan and I will share.

All in all, a much better time was had than last year.

Now, back to work! :P

Oh, and I go to see Return of the King tomorrow night!!!!! YAAAAAY!

And Susy brought me to see Mariah Carey, my guilty pleasure, in concert for my birthday... shut up, Robert. It was awesome, I've been wanting to see her since I was 13. I told everyone I was going to see Slayer.

Apolo.... APolooooo...

I find that the time has come... the inevitable moment that most bloggers face at some point in their career.

Apology time.

Ok, maybe not so much apology time as EXCUSE time. I'm heading toward Alpha on Spidey 2...

( For those of you who don't know, Alpha = Content complete = All the Crap that You're Gonna Put in There is There, But May Contain Flaws )

...and I just ain't had much of a hankerin' to write as of late. So, for those of you who are checking, please keep doing so. I'm going to make an effort to write as often as I can. Alpha is just before Christmas and then I have a little break from the whole shebang... so I'll probably try to update more often during the downtime.

Until then, the GOOD NEWS is that two of my three main missions have already gone Alpha. As you probably have already guessed, this had very little to do with any work on my part, I just knew who to bug until stuff fell into place. Everything will definitely need a few passes before it can truly be considered complete.

The BAD NEWS is that the mission which will present the most challenge still remains to be conquered... and I'm in the midst of getting my ample buttocks kicked by it as we speak. Or read write wait I'm writing, you're reading. Now you can understand why it's kicking my ass.

Wish me luck!

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On a totally unrelated side note... has anyone noticed that their water has been making their skin drier over the past couple of years? Seems like my tap water has been drying the hell out of my hands and face. Maybe the chlorine levels have been increased?

I smell a CONSPIRACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Behind closed doors in Washington::Twelve Galaxies::Certain Treasons::Tetralogical Cosmopolitans

Addendum to last uhh... nearly two weeks ago:

"DEFINATELY" is most definitely NOT A WORD.

Catapostrophe.

Alright, everyone! Listen up. Or, uh, look up. NO! Look here. Now keep reading.

====The difference between you're and your.====

Your - Denotes possession. If you say to someone "Your...", the word that follows "your" better be something they possess, own, have or had. Or you are wrong and seem silly.

You're - Contraction of the words "you" and "are". Should only be used when you can replace the contraction with the real words.

Some ways that you can mess it up:

- "Hey, Benny, your the coolest person ever."
To which Benny could reply: "Oh? My 'coolest person ever'? I don't recall owning or ever having owned one of those."

- "Fabiola, you're soup is ready."
To which Fabiola could reply: "I am soup is ready? I am soup is ready??? What in the hell are you talking about? I thought you loved me, but now I see I am only soup is ready to you."

One thing I've realized of late is that the making of a video game involves horrendous amounts of typing. Thank God for automated macros and the like. I tip my hat to the video-games makers of old who had to do all of this on their typewriters.

I just can't see how they got along.