I love the iPhone as everything but a phone. I barely get any reception where I live or where I work. It feels like I get dropped calls all the time. I didn’t know there was any way to get real quantitative information about your experiences, until now. It turns out that when you sync your phone with iTunes it collects all the information about your phone calls and stores them on your computer.

We’ve been keeping this part of the game under wraps for a while. I’ve been focusing my effort on this part of the game for the last year and it’s turning out to be a really fun part of the game. The game’s website has gone live as well: www.transformersgame.com

Can’t wait until next we can talk about multiplayer…

Just hung a new mobile in the living room. It turns out that a drill on a long stick works really well.

A good friend of mine, Scott Carter passed away this month. He loved two things in life: chocolate cake and motor-sports. I’ll always remember his giddiness after running into Shigeru Miyamoto In-N-Out.

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I just saw the new movie Superman Returns and I’m not sure but I might be missing the intended point. I kept seeing Superman as a symbol of men’s insecurity. He’s your wife or girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend and you’re pretty sure she’s still in love with him. He’s better looking, stronger and he won’t stay away. Lex Luthor, on the other hand, is just like you and I. He’s balding, has crap friends and just wants a bit of land to call his own without Superman coming around to mess it all up.

I drew a pig to test my personality. Click on it to check out the results.

This is a faithful retelling Canadian odyssey. On Sunday we left LA at around 5:30 p.m. and headed for San Francisco. Brady’s friend John flew out and we were going to stay with him at his friends' house for a couple nights. San Francisco Lori and Sheryl lived in a converted garage right in the middle of SF. The front door was literally a hold cut in a garage door with a normal door nailed in.