i finished today with the project i've been working on for the past six months. i'm looking for jobs now, but i'm being very picky, because i don't want to commit the next few years of my life to helping somebody manufacture widgets faster, or sell more widgets, or increase the amount of direct mail they can send, or do anything remotely related to the acronyms CRM or ERP.

in fact, i'm going to take the next couple months off and build version 2 of Warhorn. the original version was written in PHP, but it's slow and bloated, and the feature requests have accumulated so fast (almost a hundred as of today) that it's clearly time to plan a new app from the ground up with a modern architecture, using Java and the many excellent tools it provides (like Spring, Hibernate and Struts), and with the features that have evolved organically over the last two years as part of a uniform design.

nevertheless, if you hear of interesting software engineering jobs in the areas of entertainment, politics or education, or with somebody providing some important service that you and your friends rely on every day, well then, let me know. i do need to pay the rent at some point.

i don't think ghosts in D&D could possibly be more complicated. of course i have to run one sometime in the next few weeks. maybe i can have it try to disarm somebody's ghost touch weapon.

heading back to Oakland this weekend. will miss my NY friends - the weekend brunches, the debate gatherings, the Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and/or Saturdays at Great Lakes... speaking of which, below is a shitty Treo photo from last weekend at the bar. apparently after going home that evening Nick booted his portion of the Pino's double cheese and fresh basil pizza i brought home for dinner all over his bathroom and then passed out on the toilet. well done sir. the evening was also notable for Pete being set up with fellow Italian hottie Urcella. rowr.

Jeremy's tiny penis and unbelievably low tolerance for beer and chilled vodka shots caused him to shamefully pass out before the evening was half over, drooling on a woman's shoulder in front of a brick wall.