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I was deeply disturbed to find out about the murder of Michael Frey in my neighborhood. That is the route taken by Lara when she rides home from work and that is only a block and a half away from spasticrobots. I didnt know Michael Frey but I do know that he did nothing to deserve to get murdered. I understand that the Police are working under stressed conditions but this murder was not even a block off Frenchman Street. The murderer is still on the loose. WTF?
I came back with dreams of helping to revive the city any way I could and I want everyone willing to help to come home. We do not need this bullshit back though. This is worst than it was pre-Katrina according to the stats.

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2 weeks on the road is a bit much for me. I dont mind workin on the road but 14 days and 3 cities is a bit much especially when Vegas is the 1st stop.

The parties were awesome since Autodesk purchased Alias late last year they decided to throw and party to satisfy everyone. They brought in old arcade games, dancing girls, girls on stilts and contortionist.

Both companies needed a booze filled atmosphere to break down a decade of rivalry. It worked. By the end of night the were dancing it up on the softly lit floor.

The true relief came when Lara arrived in between shows and we got to hang out in San Fran for a couple of days. The food, the music, San Fran friends and just being out of the fucking death pit of San Jose was enough to get me through GDC.

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I know that I said that I would post some pics but Popeyes burned down this morning. When it reopened in October the fried chicken heaven was the source of normalcy for me. It was something that I could rely on. I know this sounds crazy but little bits of pre-katrina life are important.

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I am fried and I still have 2 days left in San Jose. My brain needs a break and my bed at home is the best remedy. I miss the Lala and the bitches at home. I miss my friends and my city. No place like home, no place like home.

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GDC is always an interesting conference. The attendees are mostly programers and not artist which I am used to dealing with. I kinda have to wing it and act like I know what they are talking about. When I do recognize something they say ,usually having to do with Max scripting, I get really excited and want to keep the conversation going so I dont have to talk about something I know nothing about. I do get the occasional artist that I can demo directly to but for the most part a programmer will come by and ask me about the coding within the software. But the most interesting part of the show is the parties. When game programmers do get and get down they do with a style that you will not see anywhere else. Last night I saw one of our guys dressed in all leather and dancing with a Chrystal Ball. I dont judge the guy because everyone has their own thing and who I am I to judge.

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Even though the weather today is nasty, it was beautiful yesterday. Me and Lala took full advantage of it. We ate, we drank, we ate, we drank and we got to hang out with our NOLA/SAN FRAN friends and see good music and belly dancers. I will post pics later.

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You got to love Vegas and its plethera of hookers. Last night while sitting in an over priced bar ($8 corona) in the MGM Grand a lady sat in between a customer from England and my co-worker. We thought that she was part of the convention and we were talking shop. Well, our customer asked her what she did for a living and she said she was an escort. She then proceeded to to give her sales pitch which was “$500 any hole”. I was kinda blown away by it and she left when we started making jokes about the propostion. I looked around and realized that there were hookers everywhere. I didnt notice until we were approached. I think hookers are awesome. I mean if the lady is alright with selling herself than I am ok with it. All these old uptight buissiness men need to get laid somehow. It is an old profession and I like that it exist in a legal form. I wish NOLA would get a legal brothel.

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As I prepared to leave the house for Vegas/San Jose/San Fran, I was hoping to have Saturday night to spend with Lala. Well things dont always happen the way you plan. I ended up working on the animation (which is completely finished and delivered) till the moment I had to leave. Lara has been very supportive of me working both day and night without giving me grief. So this is a love letter for her.
My Dearest Lala,
Since meeting you I have begin to live. My days have purpose and my nights are whole. Until I met you I simply existed without a clear future. I lived for my vices to cloud my memory of bad choices. Since our first date on febuary 11, 2004 I have strived to right my wrongs and finish paying my debt to society. You have stood by me through all of it. For that I am not only appreciative but I am stronger knowing that you are by my side to face any obstacle that we might face. I know that I am a self centered, cocky, a little bit crazy and sometimes a whirling tornado of self destruction. You supress those personality flaws and bring out the positve aspects of my being. I know that our love is real because the sum of our individual personalities coming together is a perfect moment that doesnt end. Till I see you on Saturday in San Jose remember that you are in every thought and that when I dream, I dream of our future together.
With Love,
CHOMPS

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I got a phone call today from Walt saying his client didnt show and he had time to do my tattoo. I hadnt slept well the night before because I was up working and I am still a little sore from Sundays race. I opted to do it anyway because I am leaving for Vegas on Sunday and then traveling to Cali for the GDC. I thought this might be my last chance before leaving. Well, sitting down to a 4 hour tattoo when you are not prepared for it is a challenge. I whined like a baby and Walt patiently urged me to go on. Lara said something along the lines of “kind of ironic gettting a tatto of the Madonna del Ghisallo on your leg. She said it like the roubaix statement “why do you keep jabbing your head with a fork ‘because it feels good when I stop’”.

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The perfect birthday was given to me by the Universe. I spent my birthday traveling to St. Francisville for the Rouge Roubaix VIII. Me, Lara, Chris, Rose and Jonah met up at a little inn/restaurant/coffee shop/bead shop/gallery/bookstore/arts supply store. We went to the Myrtles to find ghost but just laughed at a young awkward girl say strange things like “that painting looks like a boy dressed like a girl”.

The next morning we set out to conquer the Hell of the South.

Everybody had there own ambitons for the race.

Lara and Rose were our lifeline. We would be withered buzzard food without them.

My ambition was to finish, no matter what and that I did. Today I hurt but not the result of a hangover. This pain was earned by pushing myself through agony and pain that I cant even begin to explain. I was on a long rolling highway conteplating why I was doing this and wanting to quit. I turned around and saw a racer named Rick pulling with his head down and a lady drafting behind him. Rick has a prosthetic leg and a few missing digits and let me tell you he appeared to be a freight train jammin down the road. I stomped on my pedals to gain enough speed to get on. I pushed to keep on and Rick kept pulling. Next the lady began to pull and when it came to my turn I could only give a little and went back around. They were my team for 20 miles or so.

I was in no shape to race. Although I have been riding you have to understand that this race is less than a week after Mardi Gras. This Mardi Gras was the most emotional rich I have ever seen the city.

Lara looks beautiful sporting her 6 hour fresh wounds. She went over her handle bars trying to carry a tux she bought me for my Mardi Gras costume. She is the only person I know that can look elegant with a glued together chin, a black eye and a bruised up body.

Everyone was putting on there best threads to attend ceremonies that were reserved for this special time.

Ceremonies of love.

Ceremonies that bring people together.

Ceremonies that outlast eternity.

This Mardi Gras I reveled with my friends. Most I have known for years but some I had only known for a few hours.

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