Thursday, May 30, 2002

Back from LA

Damn it's good to be back. I've really gotten to the point where I despise LA. Suckage, but true.

So I'm finally getting to the point where I'm going to break down and lay down the cash for subscription based sites. I'm getting annoyed that I can't go to Gamespot and just view the site the way I wanted to. That's lame but I guess every one has to make a living, right?

So I'm sitting at the office right now. Tuesday's and Thursday's are the days that I come into the office and hook up with people for meetings and what not. This schedule has worked out quite nicely for me but it still sucks to have to drive 1.5 hours each way. Regardless I'm here.

Francis organized a work session for all of us that's going to take place today at Brennan's house. We're going to leave at 4:00ish and start working. We're probably going to go work till tomorrow night. I can almost guarantee that we're going to be spending about half the time arguing over usability issues. It's going to be a long long 36 hours, that's for sure.

Sharon's been waking up at 6:00AM to go to work the past few days and it appears that this is going to be her regular schedule from this point forth. I hate the idea of not being able to wake up and spend an hour or so in bed, I suppose that's what happens when you're a big kid, huh? Nevertheless, it's been nice waking early and taking showers and eating a proper breakfast at my own pace rather than rushing out the front door trying to meet Dave at the bottom of our hill.

You know what's really starting to piss me off? The fact that every time I sign on, I'm getting more and more Instant Message SPAM. What the fuck... as if my inbox wasn't bad enough, now they're instant messaging me as well? THOSE JERKS. I wish that I could just pay someone to make sure that spam doesn't ever get to me. I mean seriously, if the post office had some sort of system to not let spam get to your mailbox, I'd totally pay for it. Same with the net. WHERE DO I HAVE TO SEND MY CHECK TO? All I want is to check my mail and only see my mail.

It makes me wonder, what the hell are these marketers doing? Don't they get pissed that their mailboxes are filled with junk all the time? It's like they have no conscience or souls or something. If I ever find out the email addresses to people that work at spam factories, I'm going to sign them up the the worst mailing lists that I can think of.

Those bitches....


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