So it’s a Saturday night, and the first chiptunes party of 08 is going on right now, and I’m here, holed up in my apartment. And that’s because each weekend before this one, since early-November I believe, has been one major social engagement or the such after another, and I’m just exhausted, so it’s about time I actually kicked backed and chilled for once. Plus, I think I still need to recover from last week’s NYE festivities, which were just as epic as expected.
Speaking of which, here are some pictures from New Year’s Eve, the centerpiece of which was the grand arrival of the internet’s very own Mr. Apol, aka Scarface 123, aka Matthew Collier, a fine chap from Alabama that decided to come up to spend NYE in NYC with the fort90forums crew. We had plans to hang with Apol a bit earlier in the weekend and play tour guide, but he got caught in some stupid snowstorm (which completely kept GCDiaz, aka Carlos from entering the Big Apple), so all we had time to do was get dronk that Monday night, but it was just as well since the day prior, pretty much everyone was still recovering from the big Retarded New Year’s Eve party at Fitz’s (though this time Colin didn’t forget where he parked, lol). As for NYE, we met up at Grassroots, and promptly left when the jerk-off bartender, some new guy, wouldn’t stop playing Live (sorry, but they fucking suck), then twe ried to continue our boozin’ up at Kenka and the underground German beer hole, but both were packed to the gill, it being NYE and all, though thankfully Revival had plenty of room, which was where we made drunk calls to people from Select Button, then we grabbed a bite to eat before heading into Brooklyn for a dance party, which I am happy to say was made happening thanks to us, for “bringing the dance” as Lex, the girl’s whose place it was at put it best. Though it was bumpin’ mostly due to Dave (Mauro), who played DJ, until some girl plugged in her iPod and then it was all over, but that just meant a chance to try out the designated make-out rooms, but why am I still typing? Here are the pics, courtesy of Wilkes and Apol…
Colin sez: “Oh gosh they are soooo cute ok.”
And Katie sez: “wow you’re right I do look high as shit all the time.”
I look like virt back there, wearing Joe’s hat, don’t I?
Dave trying to say “Fuck you, Colin!”
Joe sez: “i like how Matt has rape eyes in the picture where we’re about to make out.”
Oh, so this week I received two interesting tidbits, stuff that somewhat closed the chapter on a few highlights from last year:
First off, I heard via the grapevine from one particular place that I used to work, where I left under rather strained circumstances, that my old boss, whom I would refer to friends with affection by the moniker of “Fuck Face”, recently told his staff (all of which happens be pretty much totally new due to the simple fact that my departure led to a mass exodus among virtually everyone else in my department) that “I miss Matt”! I guess he finally recognized (one year later, of course, lulz) that I actually did shit and kept things in order! Guess the new folks aren’t working out…
Second, and again, I’m avoiding names here, but I guess it’s pretty obvious what and whom I’m talking about; just discovered that yet another game that I worked on, and in which I was let go before things got finally underway, was recently released. And, surprise, it totally sucks! For those who want to know more, they’ll have to head into the forums’ secret chamber for clarification, but I will say this it’s pretty much a textbook case of a game that… instead of being given to a person who knows what is going on in the world of video games, in terms of not just playing them a lot, but also knowing people who play games, with all the knowledge that comes from both and more… was instead given to a dude that, among many other wonderful traits, doesn’t play games, period, actually prescribes to the bullshit that marketing types love to shovel, sez “women don’t like fantasy”, and is also stupid enough to believe that those planes didn’t hit the Twin Towers, despite actually seeing it happen with his two eyes.
Am I bitter? Of course not!
EDIT: Oh, and one last bit of follow-up from last year, regarding that whole cluster-fuck I went through, regarding NJ Transit, courtesy of Katie.
