How about that?
That’s some good news there. I like that news. I was tempted not to mention it because the Double Fine Action News is so pure; so rarely have its gentle pages been soiled with the inky taint of news, or the gratuitous use of semi-colons. But I will make an exception this time, mostly because I wanted to see that kitten in the news banner again.
In case you are too scared or lazy to click on the above link, I will summarize the news item for you here:
Item: The Excellent Game Psychonauts will be published by the Incredibly Attractive Company Majesco. Psychonauts is rad, Majesco kicks ass, and everybody is stoked. You are awesome just for reading this. I love you. Tell everyone.
Truckloads of screenshots and information about the excellent game Psychonauts have been backing up here for months, and its all about to explode onto the internet and games press, explosively. I would say, “stay tuned,” but really what you should do is, “hold the f*** on,” because the coming avalanche of excellence will show no mercy, and may very well sweep you off your feet into the Sea of Absolute, Numbing Satisfaction where you will bob up and down on a life raft of… uh… a life raft of… gaming… pleasures? Whatever. Man, so many good things are about to happen. Try not to book any appointments for August because you will be busy enjoying stuff about Psychonauts.
Oh, and we’re doing a Windows version. Just for my dad. Hi Dad!
Why don’t you take the rest of the day off to enjoy this fabulous news, all of you?
Last week’s darling of the action news, the orange-shirted Malena, has skyrocketed to the bottom of our popularity charts this week, and experts are at loss for a reason why. Sources speculate that it could be her constant haranguing of handsome genius Tim Schafer about his backlog of dialog-writing tasks. Other pundits put forth the theory that voters have turned on her due to her frequent gambling on college football. I, for one, am not sure, but I think I believe in whichever sentence it was that mentioned how handsome Tim Schafer is.
Also, I don’t want to make things worse, but on my way back from my weekly blood donating, I saw Malena out behind the office, taunting a stray kitten. She was calling the kitten FAT, and telling the kitten that nobody loved it, and when the kitten started crying, Malena LAUGHED at the kitten, and repeated everything the kitten said in a mocking tone, while moving her right hand as if it were holding an invisible hand-puppet that was saying everything the kitten said. And as the kitten was tearfully running away, Malena flipped off the kitten. And then she said something rude about handicapped people.
And the kitten wasn’t even handicapped.
Okay, enough fun times for Terry and Joe. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Terry and Joe, blah blah blah. You guys are great, but it’s time for you to move over and make room for Malena, our new Associate Producer! Wooo!
Malena comes from LucasArts.
She has an orange shirt!
That’s really all we know about her. She had the stripey, double-fine-colored shirt so we just hired her. We have GOT to start asking more questions before we do that. Anyway, there she is, gettin’ paid.
Check out the jobs page to find out ways that YOU can get paid. We now have a legitimate tester job up there. Not to mention the producer and the programmer deal. Thems is some sweeeeet deals. Man, if I didn’t have this job I’d take at least TWO of them.
Also: Read more comics. It doesn’t pay in actual, like, dollars, but it is good for your eyes, and your heart, and it primes your whimsy gland.
We get millions of letters every day here at Double Fine, and most of it says the same thing: How can I marry Nathan “Bagel” Stapley? How can I make him mine forever, and not have him think about anyone else but me?
Well, I’m sorry to say that Nathan already has five wives, and in California, that’s the limit. He is entitled to one more wife-by-mail, but that relationship is capped at two letters a week, and you don’t want that. Here’s what I recommend: Eat all of your meals at the computer, put the computer by your bed so it’s the first thing you see in the morning and the last thing you see at night, and occasionally yell at the computer for stinking up the bathroom. Final step, keep Nathan’s web page up on your computer at all times. Do this and you will have all the best parts of being married to Nathan, without the constant smell of burritos.
Or: Get into raz. He’s got a brand new comic up and he’s very hot right now.
We are extremely happy down here at Double Fine. Partially because we now have two microwaves, partially because we changed what kind of pizza we buy when we’re working late, but mostly because of Terry and Joe, who we just hired this week! Everybody say, “Dang, I love Terry and Joe!”
Terry has been here a while, going through our rigorous, formal, and many-staged internship program. For most interns, becoming “made” is a ten-year process, but Terry moved very rapidly through the ranks. She tested out of “Tenderfoot” and skipped her Blue Belt completely, and is now a fully-fledged Environment Artist Slash Designer. We are very excited about this development, and hopeful that her being official will take some of the edge off her extremely cruel and abusive personality.
Joe came down to Double Fine as part of our volunteer tester army, and we liked him so much we thought we might have him come a lot more. Like, every day, almost. And in exchange for his coming down and doing work as a Gameplay Programmer, we would give him money, Like some sort of… trade, or like-value exchange program. I don’t know if there is a word for this kind of trade, and who knows if it will work, but we’ll try anything once!
Here are some fun facts about them both: Joe speaks French, and Terry has extendible arms like Inspector Gadget. Oh, also, Joe has one wooden lung, and Terry’s dad is Albert Einstein. Or something like that. Whatever. I can’t be held responsible for every employee’s personal details, can I? I fell asleep in the interview and I definitely heard some French.
Anyway, they’ll be on display in the lobby for a week, after which they’ll be moved to their permanent bunks. Stop by and say hi!
Oh my god! The comics are missing! They're all gone!
Whoa, psyche! HERE
they are! In their new happy home which I made myself, using the internet. And some friends of the internet helped me. Thank you, my best friends
. Oh, and I would also like to thank the power of dreams
, and magic
The comics just looked a little cramped in the tiny boxes I had them in, and I didn't want them growing up all square like Japanese watermelons. So now they are free, and the laughter contained in the comics may now fly forth, like a swarm of locusts. Locusts of laughter! Fly forth and darken America's skies with your chuckles!
(Is that the proper way to spell "Psyche!" by the way? That's the way they spelled it in Wolfenstein 3D. I like to blame everything on Wolf 3D. I also blame them for my tolerance for dog shooting, and my love of dog food.)
I haven't found a place yet to put my awesome picture of Scott
, so I'll just find some way to mention it in the news and put a link there. And-- just like on Noah's Ark
--there was no room for the unicorns
. Well, if the artist
draws some more, I'll put them up I promise. Hear that, Unicorns? I have lobbed the Unicorn Responsibility Ball into someone else's
|Just in case you didn't look at the full version (10,583k!) of the mosaic picture in the previous post and notice that it was an insane compendium of Double Fine Copywrited (written?) material, then here is a close up of my handsome chin area:
Can you see the tiny screenshots and chunks of comics? It was like my dog ate the entire website, and then threw up! That is, if my dog happened to throw up in such away that the chunks formed a perfect mosaic of me, Chris Remo, and a paper crane. Oh, and also, IF I had a dog, which I don't.
I chose that chunk of the picture out of sentiment and nostalgia, to honor the soul patch I shaved off yesterday because in the picture it looks like a little Hitler mustache that sank.
Well, you're probably tired from all this news, so you go lie down, or lay down. Whichever you prefer. I will get back to work on this excellent game Psychonauts for which I have no actual news except for the increasing state of it's awesomeness and funativity.
Check out this crazy picture sent in by our VP of remote operations, Paul McAllister:
What’s that you say? It’s merely another photo of me trying to save one of our testers from a vicious crane attack? Ah, yes, but it is so much more. Look closer, at this BIG-ASS VERSION. When you first bring it up, squint your eyes, and then point to the screen and ask your computer operator, “Can you enhance this area here?” And after it pixel-fades in, say “Again.” And again. And again. And then point again and say, “That’s a Texas plate. Have Sanchez run that number and see if you can’t get me an address.” And when they say, “What license plate? What are you talking about?” Just stare at the screen and say, “Oh. My. God.” Because by then you will have looked close enough to see the secret hidden in that picture.
That’s right. IT’S NOT A REAL CRANE!!!
Even I, hardened game industry veteran, am shocked and inspired by the dramatic turn of events in Double Fine Action Comics Number 65! I totally did not see that coming!
People complain that there is no real news on this site. Here’s what I think: Just because we don’t have any actual news, is that any reason not to report it? No. Look, if you want news, you should look in the NEWSpaper. Especially TODAY, and especially if you live in San Francisco, because—supposedly—there is some mention of us in the “Datebook” section of the Chronicle. Go get it! I know it’s after 7pm, but they’ll still have a copy at your corner liquor store I’ll bet, along with some liquor. So get up, put on your little flippy-flops and go down to the store. Get the Chronicle, and maybe a snickers, and maybe some Diet Dr. Pepper, and take them all home and go nuts. You will finally be happy because you are reading news, printed news, about Psychonauts. And you will not feel guilty about the delicious candy bar because your soda pop will be dietetic.
Here’s what I can tell you: We are all here working hard on the excellent game Psychonauts. New stuff is going in every day and the game is looking great. We hope to be announcing a new publisher soon. I promise you will be the FIRST TO KNOW! Our volunteer tester army is the best, and I love them. Some of them have received hugs. From me. One of them left his jacket here. I dare the Chronicle to print that.
And come work here!
Nobody at your current job likes you anyway. And—you didn’t hear it from me—but I heard that they’re going to fire you as soon as you finish that thing you’re working on. I’m not kidding. Get the upper hand and quit now! And then check our jobs page for new jobs! We’re looking for a system programmer and a producer. (No, Caroline did not leave. She is just building an army of SUPERPRODUCERS to take over the world, and she wants you. Trust me, when the war comes, you don’t want to be on the other side.)
And we’re just hiring another programmer because someone said our company was too good-looking, so we thought we’d take that down a notch.
By hiring a programmer!
Because they’re ugly!
P.S. I would like to personally apologize to all of my programmers for that last comment. I am of course kidding, because you are all so very foxy, and I am deeply, deeply attracted to each and every one of you.
P.P.S. Okay, supposedly I shouldn’t have said that last comment either, because APPARENTLY it could be misconstrued to be sexualized harassment. Even though everything I do is—because of who I am—highly sexualized, this is not. It’s all in fun, right? Right? I am not attracted to you, of course. But, I mean, I’m sure someone is. What I meant was, even though you are attractive, I have not myself noticed. I have only heard that you were attractive second-hand. And the person who told me you were attractive has been fired for sexual harassment. There, are you happy now? Happy tearing this company apart?
Okay, but the rest of you: please come to work here. I swear I’m not around that much. Thanks.
What’s that? You feel left out because last time Double Fine called for testers you were too chicken to come down to our offices and touch the magic, and so someone else got an earful of origami and you spent another day sad and Psychonauts-free, not testing anything, except for your own will to carry on without any real reason to do so?
Well too bad! You lose!
You should never have ignored the wishes of the Double Fine Action News!
Oh, come on. Stop. Stop crying. Please? I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t mean—oh come on. I’m begging you. Okay, okay! I give up! We’ll do it again! You hear me? We’ll have testers come test for free again! Just stop crying!
We have another fabulous and important build coming up so we’ll need fabulous and important testers from June 23 through July 2. This is the only second chance you’re going to get! After this there will only be third and fourth chances and things of that nature. So please jump at this opportunity now before you figure out that you can get paid for this kind of work elsewhere!
The last time we hosted a volunteer tester army we all got to be terrific and amazing friends! Unfortunately I go through friends fast and now I need more. Mail the I WANT TO BE A DOUBLE FINE TESTER hotline right now and say, “Yes. I, too, deserve love. I, too, want a crane in my ear. I want to see the excellent game Psychonauts way before anybody else. I want so much, so goddamn much, and I know you can give it to me so please god do not deny me this!!!”
Or use your own words because if you say that exactly you’ll probably creep out the I WANT TO BE A DOUBLE FINE TESTER hotline and your mail will be put in a special folder called, “Creepy.”