Stevie wrote:


Running From Cash

I never thought the day would come I would actually say this, but frankly I'm sick and tired of people spotting me on the street, chasing me down and trying to stuff money into my pockets. I can't take it anymore. There's only so much of me to go around.

Here's what I have on my plate at the moment, in addition to my day job:

1. Grimoire beta patch is two weeks overdue.

2. An application of my own I have been developing in C++ Builder is supposed to be ready to test in September.

3. I have maintenance contracts for two pieces of software in active use in Sydney that are now being used as pressure on me to add new features and modules to.

4. My PHP solution licensed on the internet now has to be totally rewritten to accommodate a brand new data format for the client.

5. I have an all new project starting in September I will have to devote all my part time hours to.

6. I have two half finished game editors, one for arcade games and one for isometric games, that still need finishing.

7. I have to retrofit my taxi application to do GPS in realtime now, a huge undertaking for one person.

The next person who calls out my name in public and tries to bum rush me with a briefcase filled with hundred dollar bills, I'm going to club to death with a parking stanchion, weight his body down with rocks and push it into the river.

On top of all this, I'm trying really hard to get back in shape, finish off about a thousand remaining items in the shelter complex, R&D my embedded systems and get at least 8 hours sleep a night.

I need clones. Lots and lots of clones. That's what the world needs more of - a heapin' helpin' of Cleves. I need a clone army I can issue work orders to and track with project software so each of them can take care of one of these items in isolation. If I had them I would put at least three clones on Grimoire or even more if I could spare them.

I need a freakin' clone machine that runs around the clock generating these superhuman beefy juggernauts, one after another, pouring out screaming about communist conspiracies and vital fluids. I would like to see them in ranks about a thousand deep, waiting my command, I could get them to wrap up all of this work up for me in a couple of days. Piece of cake.

Sorry, it's 12:30 at night.