Feeling much less ill today, and even managed to make it to the gym. I watched the election results with a macabre interest. I know Bush will win (and struggle to have any sort of mandate), but Florida is sketchy. Extremely sketchy. Salon’s coverage has definitely been the best.

So, an interview on Friday with the folks at Entros. I’m a little hesitant, as my prior work with them ended not-so-greatly: I worked for the company from mid ‘97 until late ‘98, as an entertainment guide while I was in college, and then, after graduation, as a strung-along freelancer. I was ready to jump right into a “post college” career with the company, and they kept stringing me along until I quit to take an editing position at Microsoft. I can’t say I was totally sad when both the Seattle and San Francisco ENTROS facilities closed late in ‘99–their management methods left a lot to be desired, and I think it caught up with them. I was pleased with myself for getting out when I did.

However, that being said, the new ENTROS is much pared down and humbled. Gone is the General Manager from Domino’s Pizza with his creepy corporate techniques, gone is the controller who always “accidently” screwed up my paychecks (strangely, her mistakes were always UNDER payment…hmm…), and the drunk restraunt staff. Only the “creatives” are left: the GameMakers and PlayTesters. And they need me to write. And write I probably will. Especially since I haven’t heard back yet about Real Networks. *shrug*

And now, another poem. This one borrowed a theme from the first, and is my definitive “AUTUMN” wordplay.

Drifting Goodbye

Leaves fall
Because they want to be
The soil
Of the future

Leaves fall
Because they long for their
Root lovers

Tired of love letters
conveyed through the words of worms
Eaten by birds who
Perch on branches
Leaves commit lovesick suicide
A goodbye note drifting
Toward the earth