machine-gunning it into the eagle's nest

the evening: slashdotting and catch-ups, helping out sammy's buddy with his website, and the following email to my boss:

hi

we began the project over a year ago, and i've spent most of it waiting. there've been one or two times when coworker waited for me (and that's due to the army), but usually it's the other way around. now, her situation is also forgivable, but it doesn't help me when it comes to earning money. and i really can't perform proper testing without her. in fact, there's relatively little i can do without her and her flash results. and her ability to change things in the flash if need be. and her ability to tell me what she needs when i get it wrong (yes, these things happen).

so, could we please, in the meantime, get started on the project for the other guy? you never sent me the summaries we discussed, by the way...

all i really need to begin are the example lines of server data in the database (and by example, i mean one or two of each, not all 50MBs :P), and a description of what i need to do with it.

i'm looking forward to doing something for money...

maybe that'll get something happening... hopefully not too much shit will rain down upon her head. i know he's fairly sensitive about her mothering issues too, and having two kids of his own he can sympathise...

i read some interesting game reviews, and was inspired to do some of my own. gaming, that is. and counterstrike is my quick-start of choice.

i joined a random server, used my usual tactic of "glock only" until i had enough cash, and then went for the machine gun. and, oh yes, i used it properly. mad rushes staight into the gaping maw of an enemy stronghold (bombsite campers are my favourite), gun blazing and fragments of the enemy being spewed all over the place.

over, and over, and over again - different angles of attack and the team i was with was playing beautifully (i love rushers). i actually planned to log off after 20 minutes, but decided to wait until i was killed. three or four rounds over my limit, and i rushed alone into a bombsite with a few police lurking to make my last stand. i took one down with me in a magnificent finale... and that is the most satsified and energised i've felt leaving a game.

short of my 6 kill round and being the only one to survive, and *still* winning. but that was a long time ago, to be sure. probably on a server far, far away...