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Posted by Savage Henry @ 3:34 PM
I got dealt an academic kick in the 'nads this week. I won't go into it, but suffice it to say that a large part of it doesn't seem like my fault. It's not a huge deal, but it was a key class and the shitty grade will reflect quite badly to future schools when I go the PhD route.
When this sort of thing happens, I always remember the afternoon I was sitting in the office with seed and Billy, moments before an open house for the company we worked for started, when B pops out with "My rock and roll dream job is to be a chef. Fuck all this." Or something. I remember "rock and roll dream job" (RRDJ), and "chef" mostly. At the time, I didn't really have one.
Now, they kinda come and go. Mostly they get mashed together. What is it today?
I want to develop video game artificial intelligence. Not the high-falutin' crap about thinking robots. Just stuff to create for the opposing side in serious video games.
Why? No fucking clue. It just fascinates me. The whole process of trying to get a band of automatons to beat the crap out of the player in ever more ingenious ways. I think it's the creation of alternate worlds. Cuz if that's the first R in my RRDJ, the other would be writing comic books.
So, when I think about just hanging it all up, that's what I think about doing. Well, that, and porn.
Comments
Two things:
First, this happened to me once. It was my entire junior and senior years of high school. But, you know, now I get to guess which pictures people think are prettier and why. It's all good.
Second, my wife and I have an agreement regarding the pron safety-valve. If anything were to happen to her, I would pursue a lifestyle in the industry, in what ever capacity I am capable of at the time. We just have yet to work out the waiting period.
Posted by: seed | May 22, 2007 9:23 AM
After actually talking to some chefs, I no longer hold that as the RRDJ. Too much stress, too little money. Fuck all that. Funny enough, the same goes for pron talent.
Producing, on the other hand, means I get to set my own profit margins, lets me specify my own niche (think Cleveland Steamers, midget milk-maids, and lots of pb&j - extra chunky, natch), PLUS the added benefit of test driving the talent.
Posted by: billy | May 23, 2007 1:08 PM
think Cleveland Steamers, midget milk-maids, and lots of pb&j - extra chunky, natch...
Man, do I miss billy.
Posted by: seed | May 24, 2007 7:26 AM
That's what you say now. Try living with this shit 24/7. It's all fine and dandy when we're sucking stogies in a strip club talking about the subtleties of beef curtains and bearded clams, but imagine sitting in church fighting the urge to mentally violate that probably post-teen with the lower back tattoo (she's asking for it, the dirty tramp). Sorry, God.
Posted by: billy | May 25, 2007 7:38 AM
Everybody knows...back-tatoos tell you where to place your thumbs. It's practically an open invitation.
Posted by: seed | May 25, 2007 3:17 PM