What is happening to my summer?
The weather has finally arrived but who has time to enjoy?? Work has be running my butt off. So much that I had to... vent at a management meeting this morning. It wasn't too bad but I had a small meltdown. This is by far the busiest time of the year. Well, actually, we're busy all year now but the summers are especially crazy. I've got 3 project all on the go and trying to final within the same month. Len 8 weeks later, they'll all be going live in the marketplace and with today's online gameplay, we no longer develop, package and ship. Now we develop, package, ship, monitor online service, create downloadable content, post online updates, update rosters, etc... It never stops now. But I digress.
Today at the managers meeting we were discussing yet another new 'initiative' which would require further time and energy. While the idea makes sense, it also made sense that I was the best person suited for the job. Hey, I'm all for new initiatives and maybe working on initiatives is part of my job but i've also GOT A JOB TO DO! I can't keep up. It just get piled on more and more. I fully acknowledged that maybe I need to go to time management school or something but I had a bit of a conniption when I realized I was being burdened with yet another assignment.
Fortunately my peers found my freak out both entertaining and well founded. For some reason it always seems to be me arguing back at these meetings. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I'm the least able to control my emotions. Normally I have my little spaz attack and halfway through I realize I've gone too far. So I need to only let the genie out of the bottle a little bit. I think I have valid points but sometimes I think I sacrifice what dignity I have left when I let lose.
Regardless. I still have this new assignment to tackle...
For those interested readers, you'll notice that I used the work 'spaz' up above. Apparently, this is a really bad word in some parts of the world (mostly those heavily influenced by Great Britain). I innocently used the word 'spastic' in an email I sent by father in law in Australia. I think he found it both funny and disturbing that I would use such a word. Meanwhile, I was confused by what the fuss was about. So naturally, I googled the word. In England, this is almost a swear word. I think we all kind of know what spaz references but in the UK it's 100 times worse than using the 'R' word. You know the 'R' word. It's followed by 'etard'.
Anyway, I cut and paste from Wikipedia.
In American slang, the term "spaz" is largely inoffensive, and is generally understood as a casual word for clumsiness, sometimes associated with over excitement, excessive energy, or hyperactivity.
Ok. So how about the UK?
The current understanding of the word is well-illustrated by a BBC survey in 2003, which found that "spastic" was the second most offensive term in the UK relating to disability (retard was deemed most offensive). In 2007, Lynne Murphy, a linguist at the University of Sussex, described the term as being "one of the most taboo insults to a British ear".
Whoops. I guess the R word followed by "etard" is actually more offensive. I apologize to everyone for using it so very, very often. It's just so fun to say.
Ok, this post is almost over.
I'm going to finish with a couple of game videos.
The first one is called "Limbo". It's an 'arcade' title on the 360 and looks so out of the ordinary and original, I simply must get it. There are thousands of games made every year but when something truly original comes out, it's so refreshing. Actually, it's still a side scrolling adventure game at heart (like Mario) but illustrated so... spooky.
But then again, sometimes originality is overrated. 
My friend at work who has friends at Dice Studios in Sweden just got me in on their closed beta program for the new Medal Of Honor. Grimoire, I know you're jealous.
Ready for Class
So it took much longer than I was anticipating. I couldn't settle on just 12 images. I think I have just over 20. Some of which are now on flickr.
It's late so I'll talk more about the class later. What I can say now is that I really, really, really dig taking nude photos.
Good night.
Stay Tuned
So my weekend has comprised of whittling down 200+ photos from my last photo class to 12 decent shots. I thought I was going to have a hard time finding 12 but it's even harder to decide which ones are better than others. That's not saying I have dozens of Life Magazine worthy photos and really deserve to present them all to display my greatness... it's just hard to pick out a few from so many. You certainly start to question your judgement. I try and pretend that it's all about what I like but really? Is that true? Don't we really do what everyone else likes? I could select photo 'A' and delete photo 'B' because I like photo 'A' more. But really, photo 'B' may be the 'better' picture. Thoughts like that cripple me.
Anyway, I'm down to 62 pictures. I need to delete 50 more. Sigh.
Did I mention they were nude photos?
Winding Down
No, not my blog... though I don't post that often. Darn you facebook.
Rachel arrives very early tomorrow morning so my days of being lonely with a dog that doesn't really trust me are coming to an end. My expectations for this month never really came to fruition and sadly I have no one to blame but myself. Oh, and the dog. Nice thing about having a dog is that she now assumes blame for most things. Like funny smells. It's all her... But I digress.
I had so many plans. I was going to pick up my guitar again. I was going to paint some of the walls. Clean out the closet. Mount the TV. JOG! I was even thinking about writing a novel and establishing world peace. But nothing.
I finally got around to cleaning the apartment though. Today. I wanted to scrub the whole place down the first chance I got. Which of course I didn't. So the place has been a disaster zone and only until today does it look presentable.
In fact, and this is just crazy, I've played maybe 1 hour of video games over the past 4 weeks. That's just crazy. Where did the time go? Oh, I know... taking care of the dog. This might sound strange but I realize that my entire life (for the past 4 weeks) can be broken down into small chunks of time. Chunks of time between walking the dog. That's it. My life have been a series of boring nothingness connected to when my dog needs to go out to the bathroom... Which apparently is quite often. Even when I was walking my dog, I was thinking about when I would have to walk her next and what I could squeeze in between now and then. But of course what I did do was either feed her, eat, work, sleep or watch TV.
This does sound like I'm blaming her. But I'm allowed. She's a dog. Please see paragraph 2.
So anyway, this is it. Rachel arrives. I did nothing. Well, that's not 100% true. I did do something.
I missed Rachel.