Letter of resignation...
 

No, not from the Technodrome. :P Did you really think for even a second I would leave after all the sh8t we've been through together?

You might have noticed lately that I've been a little bit more emotional than the regular overreacting douchbag you've come to love or hate. Well, please forgive me as I had my reasons to stress over the past couple of weeks.

As of about ten minutes ago, I am no longer in the gaming media. Kombo is shutting its doors at the end of the month. A combination of staffing conflict issues/money issues resulting from the recession did us in. I'm not exactly unemployed as I never dropped my daily job since I didn't expect this fun ride to last forever (especially in this convoluted gaming media market and broken economy), but I did a HELL of a lot over the years to get that position and keep it as long as I did. I'm proud of that. It was a childhood dream.

I got to meet all my idols, including a few special and priceless moments I didn't expect). I hugged Shigeru Miyamoto and then bugged him about putting Block Fort in Mario Kart DS. I hummed the Mario theme with Koji Kondo in person. I crashed an episode of the Totally Rad Show, and sneaked into an EA sponsored The Who concert. As for my favorite memory? I went out for a long and unforgettable night of drinking and E3 party crashing with Lady Gaga (a truly wonderful human being) after bumping into her incognito at the Capcom booth this year at E3. She had ditched that 6 million dollar Activision concert at The Staples Center because she didn't want the blood money of the employees they had laid off to pay for the event. Most people couldn't imagine some of the wild sh*t I've gotten away with. I was truly blessed and have no regrets, or any reason to feel sorry for myself.

As it stands, I likely won't be getting another job writing about games somewhere else. It's too easy to pay teenagers peanuts to blog about how much Bobby Kotick sucks mammoth gorilla balls than it is to pay somebody with experience. Too much demand, too few positions. I'm probably going to wind up going back to school and getting into political writing at some point, but for now I once again return to my proud status as an eternally recovering Nintendo fan and core gamer. Hey, now that I'm not writing anymore, I have time for more fun sh*t.

Mind if I come home guys?

Cowabunga Dudes,
-Lucas

It's about f*cking time.

That sucks, man, but I know you had a f*cking blast with that job. I loved reading your articles, and I appreciate all the inside info you gave us.

It's great to have ya back full time. :)

Whoa. That sounds like an uber-cool job. I'm glad you had one helluva time.

Wait...What? What am I doing here? Holy f*ck, I'm back!

Yay! Awesome.

Oh, sh*t! Two worn in vets back and a new kid who needs to be schooled? Could the VG section possibly return to glory!?

I got a job today working for Comcast, and it doesn't start until October 20th. I'm ready to be schooled in something!

Where's this school-worthy new kid? Let's rip 'im a new one.

Hell yeah dude, at least one of us lazy-ass slackers has a job! lol

Fantastic. I demand pictures.

Don't have any, and I really don't need any. I never actually told the Kombo staff that story because they would have wanted me to exploit it, and I don't want to. The priceless memories are all I need. She was sneaking around the Capcom thing after ditching the Staples show. I had wandered to the Capcom event (which sucked) because I was on Activision's "naughty list" (aka journalists they don't like) and barred from the invite-only event. Fu*k 'em. Banning me from their concert is probably the best favor Activision ever did anybody. Frankly, the fact that I never pulled out the Droid to snap a pic is probably one of the reasons she loosened up around me so quickly. Nobody else recognized her. Once she saw that I wasn't trying to take pics and post them online, the fun began. Totally unforgettable night of party crashing and random bullsh*t with my hero. Didn't get back to the hotel until 3:30am, then had to get up at 6:00 for the Nintendo conference (which was the best of all time).

The only pic I (at the time) unknowingly got from that night was of the car she was driving before I came in. I only took a picture of the car because it was so damn kick-ass on its own. How often do you see a DeLorean in LA?

http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-..._4636786_n.jpg

Cue Huey Lewis.

Sounds like more bullsh*t to me, son.

LOL. The Gagamobile.

Why would anyone else be taking pictures of her if they didn't recognize her, and you were the only one who knew who she was?

How smashed were you? Because it kind of sounds to me like it might have been a drag queen prostitute and not the actual Lady Gaga.

More importantly, Who gives a sh*t.