Congratulatory Remarks

Before launching into yet another barrage of inflammatory comments, I'd like to take the time and space here in the Plague to make some well-deserved congratulatory remarks with enough pomp and circumstance to make Princeton University jealous:
"Yo, Pimp Daddy D-Bagg, here's yo #2 ho givin' you some mad props! Lemme get a shout out from all my peeps! Can I get a w00t w00t?!"
And with that I would like to encourage you to exercise your bragging rights if you wish, as Max has given me the authority to share his good news with the Plague crowd: he's told his French boss to cram that baguette in his Nutella-hole, and as of August 30th, he will be on his way to a career as a game developer for Microsoft's XBox! Rather than linking directly to the Microsoft site (as I'm afraid they might charge me for using their html link), I'll save you the trouble by merely stating that Max has signed on with a solid company, and someday, we'll be seeing his name in the ending credits of some great games with some really busty wenches with big guns. And with that, you can be assured that the gun-toting wenches in your game were lovingly hand-pixellated by Max himself and have passed the most stringent of quality tests to be sure that only the finest of heaving bosoms and wenchly goodness reach your television screen. Here's to our man on the inside! I'll drink to you, Max!
While the details of his big break resemble that of a true Cinderella story, his triumph came not without struggle: from his humble roots as the son of an eye-talian mother, Max always wondered whether he'd someday be free to go out and seek his dreams, without the asian-style guilt, obligations, and weekly family get-togethers he so often found himself attending lest he face the ire of an otherwise loving family. But now, thanks to the good folks at Microsoft, who had the foresight to check back in on this gem of a programmer who had come to them but a few years before as a lowly intern, Max will now be flying out to Seattle with his beloved Rachel where they will both be Livin' La Vida Coder happily ever after.
Congratulations all around, and while it is truly a bittersweet victory, as we will be losing not only an all-around fabulous guy, but a huge asset to Legends as well (Arabundi, we sure had some good times together - Amai will never be the same without her favorite [soy sauce] drinking buddy). But at least we can all take some solace in the fact that it wasn't the smelly assassin that got to him first.
However, to simply stand by idly as our good buddy packs up all his shite in a brown paper sack and hauls it off to Seattle would be a travesty. As always, there's reason to celebrate his great victory, and as such, I'll be organizing him a code-king's sendoff: the long-anticipated Coding Pajama Party (CPP) complete with ice cream, coder food, energy drinks, and alcohol (for those of you who may be like me and, well, need a little "help" with your code). As soon as I get the guest list from Max, invitations will be sent out by email and further planning will commence! Can't code? Never fear - after I pass my "drunken master coder" point, I just become drunk, in which case, there'll be entertainment for everyone.

Further bulletins as events warrant.