When I came to, a passage from the Scrapbook came to mind:Īlain Roy wrote Marathon's Byzantine networking code and received a Quadra 660av as compensation. Frustrated, one day I threw the Scrapbook away from me and tripped, striking my head against the Bungie #1 Fan trophy I had stolen. Unfortunately, ex-Bungie employees are getting harder and harder to come by - probably due to the overwhelming shame of not being associated with them. This is also where I get my ideas about which ex-Bungie I should next stalk. Often times, in my spare moments, say, on a plane to spy on Bungie's secret nudist retreat in New Zealand, I read the Marathon Scrapbook to get a feel for what Bungie was like in the poor ole golden days. You wanna see an exclusive RvB? Go to a concert and you just might! :-) (The title of this post gives you a taste of it) -) I'd just screw it up if I tried to recount it, but, suffice to say, it was pretty funny. The second was another PSA, this one on "Proper Concert Behavior". There was some griping about whether or not this would be "cool", but after realizing that chicks go to Barenaked Ladies concerts, their opinions, er, shifted somewhat. The first concerned Sarge letting the guys know that they were being given shore leave to attend a Barenaked Ladies show. Blue guys! What little I can actually remember about the two videos is as follows. The strangest thing (actually a really cool thing, but strange nonetheless) was that the crowd "got it." The two videos shown were big hits! Yay, Red vs. Blue! Up on the big screen! Talk about bizarre. Anyway, there I was, totally out of the Halo universe, sipping overpriced drinks, getting into the groove when Gah! Red vs.
My family and all our friends just nod and smile nervously, backing gently away whenever I start in on Halo and the Covenant and plasma weapons and box canyons in space and whatnot. I should point out here that, of the six of us, I was the only Halo fan. Shush.) at the local concert hall, along with the wife and two other couples. I had gone to see the Barenaked Ladies (Shut up, all of you! Yeah, NOW I've seen Frankie's post and Burnie's post and all that, but THEN I hadn't. Here I sit in a crummy motel room, ice machine rattling merrily away outside the door, with nothing to do but reminisce about the amazingly surreal, yet eminently satisfying turn of events that took place one night last week.