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Friday, July 26, 2002

Babies by Scott C., cake by Kim


Happy Birthday, Us!


Double Fine Productions is two years old today!


Woooo!  Woo.


That's it. That's the whole extravaganza. Now get back to work. What are you looking at? 

07/26/2002 - 03:29 PM
09/07/15 - 03:37 AM
James 33:
"Eu venho do Pulau Tidung e eu certamente gosta de jogar jogos, em especial uma vez que os jogos do guerra. Minha casa é um lugar turístico que torna cada vez mais lotados usando os visitantes turnê quando eu jogar jogos. Para aqueles do vocês que querem perceber mais detalhes onde eu vivo você pode ler o o artigo intitulado Paket Pulau Pari"

Saturday, July 20, 2002

Oh, god. When will it stop? The mice keep marching into the Double Fine killing machine, like school children in a Pink Floyd video. I will spare you the details, but I’ll tally the kill count with the little mouse icons on the side. If you put your cursor over them, you can hear their final thoughts.

And sorry, but I’ve been told you can not sell dead mice on eBay. Wait, please excuse me, but… did I wake up in… COMMUNIST RUSSIA???

Here’s the good news: the enormous possum/rat that runs around in the attic? Still alive. Oooh, there he goes right now! I got an extra big icon waiting for you, buddy.

Oh, and the game. The game is going well. Thanks!

07/20/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:38 AM
James 33:
"Je viens de Wisata Pulau Tidung & je l'aime vraiment pratiquer des jeux, en particulier une fois que les jeux de guerre. Ma maison est un outil touristique laquelle rend de plus en plus encombré de visiteurs tournée quand nous-mêmes joue à des jeux. Pour ceux d'entre vous qui veulent sous savoir environ détails à votre disposition où nous vis, il vous est possible de lire mon article intitulé Paket Pulau Pari"
09/08/12 - 04:01 AM
08/27/08 - 05:17 PM
"They should put the icons back on here somewhere."

Wednesday, July 18, 2002

Tiny pooing mouse has been killed by ruthless game developer.
San Francisco, CA

Popeye is dead!

Good god. I thought the mouse traps were a joke. I thought they were just decorative conversation pieces. None of the mice seemed to be taking them seriously. I thought the mice would just gather around the traps at night and point, and laugh, and then stand up on their hind legs and do funny walks around and say, “Look at me! Look at me! I’m a game developer! Where’s my coffee! Who wants to play Quake?” Night after night, nothing would happen. None of them would die. The mice refused to place their little necks in the traps and press on the fake cheese to end it all. But then I got some deadly advice: I was told to put—get this—peanut butter on them.

And I thinking, even if I could catch the mice, and hold them down long enough to put peanut butter on them, what would that accomplish? Would it shame them? Would they just leave town because they felt stupid? Or is the goal to cover them with peanut butter so that dogs would smell the mice and come gobble them up like chewy Nutter Butter bars with tails?

So I decided to put the peanut butter on the traps instead. Chunky. Skippy. I had no idea how much mice loved Skippy. Well, I know one little mouse who will never enjoy a PB&J again. His body was found by our lead programmer, David Dixon, who foolishly THREW THE CORPSE AWAY, before I even had a chance to sell it on eBay as I had promised the fans I would.

Don’t worry, though. I’m sure there will be more mouse bodies piling up here to sell. The other three traps are still out there, like the sirens, ever beckoning Popeye to crash his boat upon their rocks.

Beware, plague-carrying mice. It is peanut butter jelly time for you, indeed.

07/18/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:39 AM
James 33:
"I come from Pulau Tidung and I really like to play games, especially when the games associated with war. The house is a tourist place which makes it increasingly crowded with guests tour while i play video games. For those of you who want to know more information where I live you can read my content entitled Pulau Pari"

Tuesday, July 17, 2002

I saw a coffin today. On the ground. By the deli.

You can trust me about this whole event, because if I wanted to make something up, I’d make up something that sounded believable.

The casket was on the sidewalk, next to the bus stop, around the corner from our office. It was just lying there on the ground, in front of a store that had been out of business for a while. There was a piece of cardboard taped to the store’s window. It said, “Coffin. $100.”

It had seen better days, but it looked like it had been the fancy model at one time. It was gray, with long, silver handles on the side. I didn’t want to touch it, but Joe Ching, fearless and heroic Double Fine level designer, mocker of death, grabbed the lid and flipped it open.

The red velvet interior was soiled and moldy. Big, dark stains crisscrossed the fabric, and there was this white-ish, bread-mould-looking mess here and there. Where did all those stains come from? Had someone dug this thing up from a grave to sell it? If so, what had they done with the body after they scooped it out?

“Never been used!” said a big guy in a wife beater t-shirt, as he came out of the vacant store to sell us his coffin. He seemed very jovial, and more than a little proud of his casket. “Brand new!” he said with a smile.

“What?” said Joe, acting again without fear or hesitation. “What about all those gross stains in there?”

“Oh, I think that’s from all the sex.”

He said.

As if those were not the weirdest, most disgusting words he possibly could have uttered right then. I’m still not even sure what he meant. I mean, MY GOD, what could he POSSIBLY have meant??? I have been trying not to think about it since. And think I will never understand it, because I am officially wiping this incident from my memory… starting… NOW.

What? Where am I? Hello?

07/17/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:41 AM
James 33:
"Io vengo da Pulau Tidung e mi piace giocare, soprattutto una volta che i giochi vittoria guerra. La mia abitazione è un luogo turistico che la rende sempre più affollato con i visitatori giro quando gioco giochi. Per quelli vittoria voi che vogliono imparare più particolari in cui vivo si può leggere il mio articolo intitolato Wisata Pulau Pari"
08/27/08 - 05:14 PM
"I think so."
12/12/07 - 03:33 AM
Chief Wakamakamu:
"Is this a true story?"

Sunday, July 14, 2002

You’re not going to believe this, but this is an actual Psychonauts-related news item. I know, I know—it kind of soils the reputation of the news page to have real news on it, but every once in a while, some slips through.

ITEM: Psychonauts appeared in a few magazines in July. We got a little blurb in Game Informer’s E3 round up. And we got a two-page spread in the July issue of Play magazine. If you’ve never seen Play magazine, you should check it out, because it’s new and pretty, just like Double Fine. And if you are in the UK you should get yourself a copy of Edge Magazine, where Raz has been recently sighted. There is also a rumor that Psychonauts is mentioned in this month’s Popular Science! I’ll believe that one when I see it. Maybe I’ll pick up a copy tomorrow when I’m flying into work in my flying car.

Please note: If you click on those links above, looking for the articles, you won’t find them. They appeared in the magazines. On paper. This might be a great introduction for some of you into the exciting world of PRINT MEDIA, the internet’s crinkly cousin.

Okay, thank god that’s over. Now, back to the RATS!

Double Fine’s Homeland Defense Department has deployed several mouse traps to fight Popeye and his gang. I feel kind of bad about it, because I worked so hard to create rats and mice in the first place (oh, wait, that’s a secret) and now people go around killing them. Sigh. Nevertheless, here’s a treat for you and the kids: If I do manage to kill one I’m going to sell it on eBay, and use the money to buy more traps. Do you see the genius in that? That’s what they call “Empire Building” my friend.

07/14/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:42 AM
James 33:
"Io vengo da Paket Pulau Tidung e mi piace giocare, prima di tutto una volta che i giochi di guerra. La mia abitazione è un luogo turistico che la rende continuamente più affollato con i visitatori giro quando gioco giochi. Con lo scopo di quelli vittoria voi che vogliono conoscere più particolari in cui vivo si può leggere il mio articolo intitolato Pulau Pari"

Friday, July 12, 2002

This is not news. It is completely stupid, I know. So please, I’m begging you, do not read it. It’s horrible enough that I had to experience it.

So, today I’m in the kitchen, making coffee, looking for coffee filters. I open up this drawer, totally not expecting to see the grossest thing in the world. But lo.

Inside I find all these little, plastic tubs that the pizza guy brought years ago—still filled with parmesan cheese, and chili flakes. (Not the gross part yet.) One of them has spilled, and so I pick it up, and see that the lid had been CHEWED OFF BY SOMETHING WITH A LITTLE, TINY MOUTH!

And not completely chewed off, either. It was like some little thing, maybe a leprechaun, went around the edge of the plastic tub with a can opener, cutting it almost all the way around, then folded back the flap, and ate the insides, JUST LIKE POPEYE EATS A CAN OF SPINACH.

But, very UN-like Popeye, he then took little dumps all over the place. There were these little, black droppings all around the drawer, mixed in with the spilled parmesan. How did the tiny leprechaun Popeye get in our coffee filter drawer, and why did he poo? Curse you, tiny pooing Popeye! Curse your black heart, because now I have to buy my coffee at Starbucks, while I wait for my poor, unsuspecting team to use up the rest of those soiled coffee filters. Can’t you see how you’re hurting them?

07/12/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:43 AM
James 33:
"Io vengo da Paket Pulau Tidung e mi piace giocare, prima di tutto una volta che i giochi vittoria guerra. La mia casa è un luogo turistico che la rende costantemente più affollato con i visitatori giro quando gioco giochi. Per quelli di voi quale vogliono conoscere più particolari in cui vivo si può leggere il mio articolo intitolato Pulau Pari"
09/08/12 - 03:57 AM
"I wonder if the coffee's been improved since.. :)"

Tuesday, July 30, 2002

Okay, this week I’m going to try an experiment. I’m going to try to update the Double Fine Action News EVERY DAY. Whether I have anything newsworthy to say or not. I guess that’s not really much of a change. Except that for this whole week, I’m going to do it even if I don’t feel like it. Even if I have an earache, or if my legs hurt, or I’m all itchy, or if I have absolutely nothing to say.

Why you may ask? After all, there has been no great demand for this service. No one has said, “please, more updates!” In fact, many people have said, “uh… what’s with all the updates? Don’t you have a job? Or some real news?”

I do have a job, but nothing is more horrible than the work you HAVE to do. I have a huge pile of writing I have to do for the game, but writing for the Action News is more fun right now because I do not HAVE to do it. See? So, my theory is that if I create a situation where I HAVE to write on the web page every day this week, it will become such an obligation and a chore that I won’t enjoy it anymore. Then, the allure will be gone and I’ll stop doing it and get back to the work I have to do, which is writing dialog for the excellent game Psychonauts.

Or, wait, how about this: I’ll write dialog for the excellent game Psychonauts and put it on the web page, thereby killing two birds with one ingenious stone. Okay here we go. Freestylin’ dialog. Right off the top of my head. Warning: spoilers below. Maybe.

RAZ: “Arrrrr.”
PRESIDENT CLINTON: “Whoa, dude. You are, like, totally reading my mind.”
RAZ: “Take that!”
PRESIDENT CLINTON: “Hey, I’m not president any more. Shouldn’t that be EX-president?”
RAZ: “I knew you were going to say that.”
EX-PRESIDENT CLINTON: “In fact, are you sure I’m even in this game? I’m going to check with my agent, but I don’t think I’m in this game Psychonauts, although it is an excellent game!”
RAZ: “Diabolique! Please enjoy the tasting of your head’s exploding!”
Brilliant! And that is just a taste—a swig, if you will—of the delicious dialog you will be enjoying when you play this very excellent game, Psychonauts.

The other point that I am making on accident is this:  With the increased frequency of postings, the quality is going to go WAY down. From the very low mark it already set for itself. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the sheer volume of it all.

Tomorrow, I promise, real actual news. Like, a ton of it.

07/11/2002 - 07:21 PM
09/07/15 - 03:44 AM
James 33:
"Je viens du Pulau Tidung mais aussi je l'aime vraiment pratiquer des jeux, en particulier dès lors que les jeux de guerre. Ma maison est un outil touristique qui rend de plus en plus encombré du visiteurs tournée quand je joue à des jeux. Afin de ceux d'entre vous laquelle veulent sur la savoir environ détails là où je vis, vous pouvez lire mien article intitulé Pulau Pari"

Saturday, July 6, 2002

Well, you’ve all been asking for it for so long, so here it is:

The Double Fine Coffee Status Report

Today, the coffee at Double Fine is really, really bad. It tastes like cat food. Is that normal? And not the good, wet cat food that’s made of elegant and beautiful whales. This coffee tastes like the dry, crunchy cat food you give to icky cats. Betrayed again! Final score: 1.7

07/06/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:45 AM
James 33:
"Ich komme aus Paket Pulau Tidung und ich liebe, Spiele zu spielen, vor allem, wenn die Spiele des Krieges. Mein Haus sieht sich als touristischer Ort der welt, der es immer überfüllt mit Besuchern Tour, wenn ich Spiele spielen macht. Für diejenigen unter Ihnen, die wollen, um weitere Informationen zu erhalten, wo ich lebe Sie glauben Artikel via Titel Wisata Pulau Pari lesen wissen"

Monday, July 2, 2002

Just this week, I’ve received three emails asking how Roy Conrad was doing with his illness. Unfortunately, the news I have to report there is very sad. I’ve put up some details, and some pictures of the actor himself in this page about Roy.

07/02/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:46 AM
James 33:
"Eu venho de Pulau Tidung e eu realmente gosta de jogar jogos, especialmente uma vez que estes jogos do guerra. Minha casa foi um lugar turístico de que torna cada vez mais lotados usando os visitantes turnê quando eu jogar jogos. Para aqueles de vocês de que querem saber mais detalhes onde eu vivo você pode ver o meu artigo intitulado Pulau Pari"

Saturday, June 29, 2002

We won another award! Check it out!

Okay, whatever. So we made it ourselves, so what? It’s been ten days since we won an award. What are we supposed to do? Sit here and stew in our shameful, awardless filth and do nothing?

Speaking of do-nothing filth, Penny Arcade has still not returned my yo-yo. I think it’s pretty obvious from this unsolicited fan art [which you can’t see anymore because the Internet ate it] that the spirit of right-thinking America is behind me, and not them, and I clearly have a national mandate do to them whatever I want. Luckily for those cartoons I am too busy today.

I have come down to the office, not for revenge, but to fix a light in the downstairs hallway. There is no one here but me, and the rat that lives in the ceiling over my desk. At least, I think he’s a rat. I hope he’s a rat. But really, he makes so much noise up there I think he might be a full-grown raccoon, or one of those miniaturized horses gone bad. Judging by his demonic scampering, I have to imagine that he’s wearing four tiny, Gene Simmons-style KISS boots, and that he’s dragging a two-foot long tail made of exposed bone, like a museum t-rex. Or that his tail was chopped off years ago, and he made a new one out of little wooden spools strung together, to help him cope with the phantom pain. Or maybe he has his long, rat hair braided with Bo Derek beads and they drag on the floor as he runs. Clackity-clack clack, CLACK! Hello from the attic! I am a filthy rat! Clack-clackity clack!

Okay, I really don’t want to fix this light, so I’m going to talk about the rat some more. Why must he run so much? Why can’t he be still and just ponder his easy life? If I were a rat, I think I would content to just lay around and think about chewing on stuff. That’s pretty much all I do now, except I manage to squeeze in a lot of TiVo-watching on top of that. But if I were a rat I wouldn’t have TiVo, so I think I would focus on the laying around. But our rat can only manage to do that for a few minutes, and then he’ll suffer an explosive burst of energy and gallop across his little crawlspace or live+work loft or whatever it is he has up there.

Actually I haven’t heard it for a hour or so. Man, I hope it’s dead. I hope it’s not just being quiet—like, TOO quiet—because it’s morphed into some sort of queen alien rat who’s hanging from the ceiling, squeezing a floorful of slime-covered eggs out of a long, translucent birthtube. Oh, wait. There it goes again. Scampering like there’s no tomorrow. Hold on. Let me get out my lute…

Scamper no longer, my little roof possum.
Your work day is done. Say, isn’t that awesome?
Be still! Be still!
Or you, I will kill.
My frisky-fun friend, my plague-bearing blossom.

P.S. Yo-yo card from Blaze “PBD” Marley-Flamestrike. Wicked E3 award by wicked animator Chris Schultz. Chris asked me to pass along this message to his fans: “Wicked!!!”

06/29/2002 - 03:00 PM
09/07/15 - 03:47 AM
James 33:
"Nous-mêmes viens de Wisata Pulau Tidung & je l'aime vraiment jouer à des jeux, en particulier dès lors que les jeux de guerre. Ma maison est un outil touristique lequel rend chaque jour plus encombré du visiteurs tournée quand je joue aux jeux. Afin de ceux d'entre vous lequel veulent en savoir plus de détails à votre disposition où nous vis, il vous est possible de lire mon article intitulé Wisata Pulau Pari"
08/21/07 - 11:50 AM
"I'm totally the person who made that fan art. I lost it, it is not on my computer, the interweb and IRL. I think my dog at the the original paper version. That may be why she died :("
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