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INTERNSHIP DIARY, SECRET

06 August 2005

I wrote a sort of half-serious internship diary while I was in Germany and I thought it fun to give you some excerpts of my crazy adventures in the land of bockwurst and Wagner.

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Monday, May 30th I arrived at my campingsite in Leverkusen, Germany, in a beautiful valley that would've made Littlefoot jealous. What wasn't so enviable was that I had to spend four days wiggling my big toe because I had nothing else to do: my contact and incidentally Bad Brain CEO Wolfgang Kierdorf was on a businesstrip and couldn't pick me up until Friday. So I spent the time drawing some comics and generally being bored out of my skull. Then on Friday, Wolfgang, Italian suit flawlessly tailored, picked me up in his shiny silver convertible and drove me to the office in style.

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The week was pretty quiet. I changed pillows in my bed, making my sleepytime 100% more comfortable. I also ordered Psychonauts online, directly from Doublefine's shoppe. My computer can't even handle it -it's five years old- but I want to have it anyway. And supporting Tim is a noble cause. Also, I've written the first chapter of my pulp novel and it's going to kick ass.

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The valley got overrun by baby frogs. And I mean hundreds of them. And they were tiny, so incredibly tiny! I had to go through some effort to avoid stepping on them. Also, they were extremely cute, even though some were already developing big warts on their tiny heads. But damn, those things were cute. In contrast to, say, the big slimy slugs that crept their way onto my caravan. Now I admire the slug for it's ingenious capacity to excrete a body of gunk onto which it floats like a hovercraft (a hovercraft able to negotiate 90 degrees vertical surfaces!), but it's a pretty gruesome thing. So I tended to flick the things off of my abode with the tip of my umbrella. Which was a challenge because it required quite some pressure to release their iron hold on the plating, but I didn't want to go so far as to squash them. In the end, they whizzed off like flying saucers launched by a giant, well, umbrella.

Roderick.