went to activision for another interview today.

when you find your dream-job, you can't help from singing all the way home.

i'm there on the second floor. i don't know if you've ever seen the movie "Toys", but here's the scene-- a warehouse full of computer desktops and monitors.

a dimly lit haze breaks slightly to reveal a man who extends a hand out to shake my hand, and i take it like a beggar takes bread.

they have the most jenkiest version of street fighter in the break room, its a version where the fireballs can go up and down.

anyway. i walk past a few stations where a few people are playing furiously, and a few more where the people are just playing very casually, a soda on each side of their desk, both open and looking recent, like theres still half the contents inside.

nobody looks up, as i pass by, it just looks fun. a rifle scope is all thats on one abandoned screen.

and the location? 3100 Ocean Park avenue. santa monica. sweet sweet ocean air kisses my face as i leave the interview.

and life is good.