8 posts tagged “sauce”

The gaming companies are hitting up the streets in San Francisco this week. With M16 bringing in the first flux of the gaming types, Tuesday kicked off my first gaming event with a sit-in preview of Fallout 3. Amidst the preview I had the pleasure of partaking in some The Wire humor with the very personable N'Gai Croal. I thought it was pretty great.
 

Last night Forty Seven threw an elaborate Ghostbusters party at the highly esteemed speakeasy Bourbon and Branch. Instead of the bar's typical candlelit atmosphere, the interior was splashed with red light in the main room and green light in the secret library room. With a buffet of ingredients for smores to the right and delectably mixed drinks to the left (Such as the Stay Puft drink with vannilla vodka, chocolate liquor, and marshmallow cream with a graham cracker rim), CTZ, Dyson and I got a wee bit sauced. It was, very fun.

Duty eventually called and I fled the scene, sobered up with a quesadila, and wrote that Fallout 3 preview until 5 in the morning. This leaves me in a present state of delirium, having only gotten 4 hours of sleep, but hopefully all will be well with a few more cups of joe and a solid nap later today.

Speaking of delirium, isn't it crazy that the blur of green light to the right of Hamza's ecstatic face looks like a toothy, open-mouthed Slimer with a furrowed brow?

GDC kicked off to a tasty start for the Destructoid team at TellTale Games' party held at Cellar. Naturally we couldn't say no to the prospect of zombie makeup, karaoke, and free drinks, but little did I know that the party's most exciting attraction (for me, anyway) was the presence of the one and only Steve Purcell. In the flesh! And also sporting a rather adventurous felt hat.

For those of you not familiar with the man and his work, Purcell is known for his artistic contributions on many of the classic LucasArts adventure games. More significantly however, he is recognized as the brain machine behind the lovingly twisted partners in crime Sam and Max. It would be an understatement to say I was somewhat starry eyed and whiskey soured upon my approach to Mr. Purcell, in utter awe of the fact that I was about to meet one of the artists that truly set the ground rules for my sense of humor and my love for adventure games while growing up.

Chad and I both approached him at first asking for photos, an idea that was suddenly overshadowed by another fan's request for a drawing. Notebook-less I called the attention of Joey the bartender for a cocktail napkin and asked the same of Mr. Purcell, only to sign it for .tiff (of course).

And then there was Max! Exclaiming quite enthusiastically that .tiff is "Not a real name!". The sight of it set my fan girl flame on full blaze, and I beamed happily clinging to the napkin as I parted ways.

That was, until I thought I had lost it. The bar was rather dark and the copious amounts of drank had somehow shadowed the sight of the drawing hidden in the folds of my purse. I went from ecstatic to distressed in 60 flat, but Mr. Purcell noticed so offered to do another drawing, a Second Coming of Max, if you will. Brilliant as Purcell always is, the second drawing cleverly references the first and includes a bonus floating Sam head. Win! and Win!

Of course after gushing all of my fan girl pheromones all over Mr. Purcell, singing Material Girl with Leigh Alexander, and somehow making it home by the end of the night, I found the other drawing after all. You can better believe that I'll be framing these babies and keeping them forever!

I'll admit this entry is pretty much copy-pasta-ed from my house blog but it was necessary that I push down the Break my stride music video since it is just soooo 2007.

It was inevitable that a very first new year celebration in San Francisco would get its rocket launched in our humble new abode. Seeing as the majority of my good friends from high school have yet to graduate from their parents' houses, it was up to Kat and I to provide an apt space for merry making. While readying the house for thirsty guests, we popped open the fine bottle of champagne my parents gave me for Christmas which was of course the best way to begin the night. Once the train of twenty-somethings breeched the kitchen our fridge was instantly filled to the brim with everything from Tecaté to canned champagne.

As soon as everyone was properly pissed we somehow managed to hop on a Muni, tackle some escalators (see Fig. 1 for details), and travel to the club we were destined to spend the rest of the night at. We multi-party-tasked as the coat check was closed upon arrival, clinging to jackets, sipping whiskey sours, fiendishly dancing, and stealing hats (see Fig. 2) until 2:30 am. I safely escorted those who were crashing at my place but departed soon after to head to the Sunset where I'm currently house-sitting with Rudy.

I've always been a hat person, but it wasn't until recently that I had the opportunity to steal my friend Jeremy's baseball cap to wear around town.  In the proccess of looking into hot caps for my hiiz-ead, I rediscovered the baseball caps designed by tattoo artist Ed Hardy. 

I'm the type that is usually a little behind the times in trends.  I remember hearing about Ed Hardy about a year ago when I was applying to work at small fashion boutique.  Now that everyone knows about him and he's exploded in all the hot shops, all the coolest Ed Hardy lids are sold out.  I'm totally digging the Japanese Tattoo hats like the Koi and the Tiger.  Maybe I'll snab one when I manage to fix up my account money after denting it deeply following the iPhone business. 

In the era of digital cameras (and in the case where one '.tiff' seems to break/loose/destroy/malfunction any digicam she gets her paws on) two packs of developed box camera pictures from the local 1-hour photo can actually be quite refreshing.  There is a certain aura of candidness about them that digital photos lack, regardless of whether the pictures are posed or spontaneous. It seems that the local Rite Aid also used 'digital technology' to 'enhance' the photos that I refused to use flash on.  This left the few of them oddly pixelated and grainy, but with an eerily enjoyable aftermath.

 I bought two cameras after I got back from spring break and had the joy of exposing them between my house mates, Chico, and I early this afternoon.  There were some convocation photos, some 'display o' sauce's and some other nice photos too.

sauce boss
a saucesome individual who is particularly saucesome at a particularly saucey time.

" Did you just see that?!? Harrison just defeated Emerald Weapon! He is teh sauce boss!"

unfortunately the domain name is already taken, but it's what all the cool kids are saying (aka chico & me)

I'm going to take this opportunity to talk about 'sauce', a bizarre word that some of you may have noticed I use from time to time in my diction.  The first time I heard the term was when a fellow camp counselor would say 'lame sauce' when something was, well, lame.  The sauce part made the phrase all the more tasty, so it stuck to me.  I started to use it as soon as I got to college, initially getting some weird looks. Now it's started to catch on with my friends and co-workers.  When Sam Brown visited my school, I even requested that he draw 'Lame Sauce' for me (it hangs proudly in my dorm room).   A couple of years later, I came back home and discovered that apparently 'sauce' originated in LA, as many of my SoCal counterparts had also started to use lame sauce in their casual vocabulary.

You can use sauce however you would like to, but here are the most commonly exchanged sauce varieties:

• lame sauce (when something is lame)
• awesome sauce (when something is awesome)
• saucesome (also, when something is awesome)
• beat sauce (when something is ugly, or nasty)

Anybody else use sauce or varieties of sauce?