EGAD…
In a stunning turn of events, I now find myself in the odd position of being an Editor-In-Chief at Playworks magazine. This will necessitate me switching over from cigarettes to cigars, exclaiming “Great Caesar’s Ghost!” at every opportunity, asking “Where the heck did that Kent get to now?!?” making fun of Jimmy, and advising Lois that there’s only one “r” in “Rapist.”
Excepting the fact that I have no clue how to actually edit a magazine since I’ve always regarded editors as the enemy (Which means, I suppose, that I must now bitch about writers) the only real concern I have about this sudden switching of gears is how much it will impact on my Star Wars Galaxies time. While the nature of the job guarantees that I will be playing many videogames, the fact that there’s only ONE that I want to play at the moment will doubtless be a cause of concern for the superiors, but then they can’t keep a watch on me 24 hours a day and have to leave the office for meetings anyway, at which point, it’s out with the Zelda and BACK TO BESTINE, BABY! THE NEXT ROUND OF JAWA ALE IS ON ME!
Oh well, at least I CAN play since there are now two computers in the office with my account installed on them, and a third on the way, the Uber Gaming Rig which will now be desecrated in the name of George’s Merchandising Beast…