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Aug. 23rd, 2006 @ 04:11 am there is no franklin w. dixon (or carolyn keene)
Current Mood: disllusioned
Current Music: Kuraki Mai - TIME AFTER TIME`‰Ô•‘‚¤ŠX‚Ł`


I guess this does explain the official crossovers, though...
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Aug. 23rd, 2006 @ 04:15 am i am error.
Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - Code Monkey
Like all programmers, I have a habit of writing bizarre error messages during late-night coding runs. Today I discovered this one in some UTF-8 test code:

Error: surprise sex (unexpected end of file).

I don't even want to know what I was thinking when I wrote that.

Boss say Code Monkey very diligent, but his output stink...
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Aug. 23rd, 2006 @ 04:55 pm jumping jiminy!
Current Mood: excited:D
So I just got off the phone with High Moon Studios.

They were serious.

And they know I'm still in school.

I didn't do too badly on the interview, considering that I'm applying for an intern position and that this is the same interview they give full programmers. The guy on the phone--I think his name was Gary--was surprised at how badly I bombed the questions on linear algebra, but I think I did better than expected on the questions on C++ and the STL. (Those cold, lonely nights with the Stroustrup were not spent in vain.) We closed with a brief, informal conversation about the state of the game industry, and the unique challenges the Xbox 360, PS3, and Wii present to developers.

I'm not a sure bet, by far, but there is a non-negligible chance I might be working for a game company right out of college. One that doesn't make games for cell phones.

You know, any time people tell me connections are everything in this industry, I nod in agreement and say, "Yep. Yup. Definitely." But never have I understood just how important they are until now.
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Aug. 23rd, 2006 @ 05:55 pm we are atoms
The debate is over. Dark matter exists, and we have seen it.

Now we know for sure that most of the universe is made of stuff we know little to nothing about.

We now return to your regularly scheduled delusions of signifiance.
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