Sha Na Na Na Na Na Na

You get to be happy. (listening to: "The Schmuel Song" by Jason Robert Brown)

You know what's nice? Being ASKED to audition. Last night, a director for a theatre company saw a staged reading of a show I was in and asked Natalie to tell me to audition for her show. That's NICE. That's how things SHOULD be. And when you get to go out to dinner after that... well... icing. (Even if we did nearly get kicked out of the restaurant for destruction of property)

I was reviewed at work today. I won't be getting my promotion until July/August. This was somewhat expected, but... I told myself that if it didn't happen in April, I'd be looking elsewhere for work. Maybe I need to do that. I won't, because I'm a coward, but I think that I should. Maybe it's time. I don't know.

Oh. Here's something I want to talk to you all about. Look, I don't own any grown-up clothes. I don't have a suit, and I own two ties. One of which, I hate. I own lots of clothes, but none of them would work if I wanted to go "somewhere nice." I have ONE outfit that I can wear that's like that, and I wear it all the time. Someone should tell me how to be a grown-up. I'm 25 now. It's time to start acting like it.

So, I have a bone to pick with EA. The PS3 is set up such that when you turn it on, you have to choose a user ID to "log in" with. Each user ID can have its own parental settings and stuff, so this makes it really good for a family or like a dorm. Specifically this is nice because each user ID has its own save game data. Orion or NCSz or Biggy can't jump into my save games and lead my characters into certain demise. Nor can they play through a particularly entertaining part of the game while I'm gone. (Kingdom Hearts, Biggy?) Every user ID is on their own.
However, this becomes problematic when users want to play AGAINST each other. Tiger Woods 2007, for example, earns the Madjai Raspberry award for stupidity. I've set up my own golfer in my user ID. NCSz sets up HIS own golfer under his user ID. We go to play against each other (Or rather, we start a game wherein he will be embarrassed and humiliated for 18 holes), and guess what. We can't see my golfer, 'cause we're logged in under HIS user ID. No problem. We'll just log into mine, copy the data into his, and we're off and running.
Menu, Menu, Menu, Copy.
"Error: File will not be copied. There is already a file with that name in the target folder." ... Thefuckyousay?
EA sports, in their brilliance, has decided to name their user data "User Data." No, I'm not kidding. The title of the data file is "User Data." You dumb shits. No one tested this before you shipped this game, did they? NCSz had to start all over again.
I'd launch into a rant about unique file names right now, but that would make this blog even MORE boring. Seriously, please get your shit together before you ship a game. That's all. Moving on.

EDIT: I just found out that I'm playing a Comedy Sportz show for the Minnesota Timberwolves. The professional basketball team. They've hired CSz to do a show for their fundraiser or some such, and I'm playing it. :) KG and I are going to become BFF, and we're going to have sleepovers and shave each other's heads and talk about boys. It's going to be awesome, and you're all jealous. Ah HA!

What else do I have? Week 1 is over, and I passed the test. But just barely.

Sports Night is awesome.

My cat plays fetch.

I hate my job.

I have a big smile on my face despite all of the above.

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Madjai : Jerkface :: Weather : Storm

It happens sometimes. (listening to: "One Of My Turns" by Pink Floyd)

So, apparently, I was a jackass on Saturday night. Jabas was supposed to stop me from being Mr. Starfish, but either I missed the signal or he was busy orchestrating some other complex play in the field. (Metaphors.. mixing...) In any event, my apologies to "IM", "JB", JB's roommate K, "Natalie" and "Dana." (as usual, all names changed to protect the innocent) I'm not that guy.

All My Sons is now all done. Thanks to all who came. It turned out to be a really good show, and I have the privilege of working with one of my fellow actors in that show again very soon, so that's only good times.

I was out last night with Natalie, and we were talking about old flame horror stories, and I told her the story of the Vu. When I got home last night, I had an e-mail from that girl. Which is TERRIBLY F-ING ODD, because I haven't talked to her in a few years. And there's an e-mail. Same night I talked about her. She's no longer doing illicit substances I assume, and she's found herself a serious boyfriend. So, chapter closed. Closure is nice. (Though, in this case... very strange.)

This is a rambling post with little information in it, and for that I apologize. I'm at work, which is busy and crappy today, and I'm looking forward to playing Virtua Tennis 3 when I get home tonight. Oh, and I had a fantastic night last night.

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Is Anyone Really Surprised?

I mean, seriously. (listening to: "She Blinded me with Science" by Thomas Dolby)



Recognize.

Other News:
Motorstorm for PS3 is not terrible. Point of fact, It's actually pretty good. I have a few gripes with it, but that's mostly due to me being bad at racing games. The load times are particularly atrocious, but a certain amount of that is to be expected. Loading long tracks in 1080i has got to be an ardurous task. The graphics are so good, in fact, I kinda wonder if the power of the processor is being harnessed to build a small, physical replica of our world somewhere in the 16" depth of my television. I wonder if I lean close enough to the back of my set, will I hear the cheers of the crowd?

Just a short one today, the revolution begins tomorrow.

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