daily update

Last night I went home late only to find the Battle of My Life waiting for me on my computer. The battles have been increasingly difficult as of late. I think the enemy is learning my strategies and adapting to match my form of excellence. I'm surprised at that, cause usually goblins aren't that smart. I'm slowly taking over the land of Middle earth. I'm doing this with the tactics of the Elves. Their archers are much stronger than any other average weapons of the enemy.

So after a few minutes of 'unwinding' I met up with Cheryl and she took me to her work party, which took place at the Sony Lot. Wow, my first Hollywood party! It was in some huge circus tent like thing, decorated with yards and yards of fabric, and giant Pom-pom like light fixtures, and weird orange and yellow colors, accented by changing blue and greenish lights. It was a club-like atmosphere, but the food was brought around by servers wandering the floor with plates of Pizza, egg-rolls, fried mac & Cheese, fried chicken, bbq roast beef sandwiches (my favorite), and crab cakes. Then there were the desert tables. they were only average. But the treat I liked most were the cookies on a stick. Mmmm mmmm good. For some of the entertainment they had gambling tables, and carnival games, like 'wack-a-mole' and a sitting version of ski-ball. They gave us a $500 gaming voucher to play with and we spent 15 minutes loosing it all at the roulette table. I think the big angry troll lady rigged the thing cause we were humans (which wasn't a good thing, cause she obviously hates human). After about two hours we decided to leave before the party got too lame, or too intoxicated. Cheryl kept pointing 'famous' people out to me, but I would just smile and nod. I don't know famous people like she does. We also ran into some of her co-workers. One of the dudes we met had only been there 30 minutes and he was ultra-blitzed, worse than a high school kid on prom night. He had no control over his eyes or movement. When I shook his hand I think he was about to fall over, cause I tight grip came right as he was leaning off to the side, and then toward me. He couldn't lift his head or open his eyes enough to look at me, so I don't know if his eyes are human-white, or demon-black. Don't worry Joe, I was as professional as possible. I didn't try to spill my drink on anybody, or to plant food in any of the girls' purses. It would have been easy, but I refrained from waisting such good food. The music was nice until the DJ started doing his 'thing' which pissed my ears off immensely, and then ruined the party, turning it ultra-lame. Thats when we rolled.

My taste for popcorn has been quenched in the last two days, having eaten at least a gallon of it myself from our office tub. I can't really get the taste out of my mouth now. It was good for a bit, but now has come to plague me.

I guess there was a little office drama last night. Peter and Ray had a heated argument about 10pm last night. Ray was giving Peter grief about his(ray's) drawings. Thats absolutely ridiculous. We are here to assist in the drawing process, but we're not here to be clairvoyant about other people's stupidity. Ray has a chick like attitude, so I'm not surprised he was being an idiot to Peter ( I swear he's a little more than half gay). I hope no one from my office reads this. that could be bad.

Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's Diner. It was Average. The Fries were cold when they gave them to me. And rubbery.

I listened to Prince Caspian today. It was more interesting; childish, yet interesting.