Leaving on a Jet Plane

I donÂ't like to travel. IÂ've probably said that before, but it bears repeating. I particularly hate flying on planes, not because IÂ'm afraid of plummeting toward the ground at fiery speeds – because, ya know, if IÂ'm going to go, IÂ'd like to go fast – but because IÂ'm very tall. I suppose shorter people donÂ't have much of an issue with the seating on modern aircraft, as I see them lounging about with a great gulf of comfortable room between their knees and the seat before them. I, on the other hand have my knees so deeply embedded in the seat in front of me that IÂ'm quite certain mitosis must be occurring. By fifteen thousand feet up my feet have fallen into a sleep so deep as to be functionally called a coma, and IÂ'm shifting into ever more uncomfortable positions. This is, naturally, when the person in front of me decides to recline. IÂ've actually had people, oblivious of my firmly wedged femur, throw themselves against their seat to dislodge whatever obstruction (my body) is hampering their comfort. So, I donÂ't like to fly.

This makes it that much more surprising that IÂ'm going to E3 at all, much less looking forward to it, what with its three-hour plane ride.

And yet, looking forward to it, I am. For the past year Certis and I have spoken of a journey to this magical city where movies are made, silicone is precious as gold, biotoxins that might kill normal humans is injected into the forehead, and, if television is to be believed, marauding vampires wander the streets waiting to pull stragglers into dark alleys, but IÂ'm not sure how much either of us believed it would all actually happen. First, there was the impending issue of my being a father, and having little idea how I was going to deal with that. On top of that Certis had finally mustered the chivalry to ask Hoochie to promise never ever to leave him please, to which she acquiesced possibly out of pity. We spoke in very certain terms of how we would both journey to the sunny west coast, comfortable in the certainty that the other would bail out of the deal long before the spring sun thawed winterÂ's icy blanket. IÂ'm not sure who was more startled when the other began making progress in processing the application, hunting down hotel rooms, or buying tickets to ride a hurtling cylindrical fuselage into the air like a hyperactive lawn dart. Did I mention I donÂ't care for airplanes?

The process of applying for E3 was a clerical series of events so boring that I wonÂ't even transcribe them here. There was a brief issue regarding the uncertainty of where we would take up lodging, but that issue was wholly manufactured by my procrastination, and when I finally troubled myself to call someone the problem resolved itself immediately. I can say at the end of this process that GWJ does qualify as a recognized media outlet, and while thatÂ's no more notable than having your doctor verify that you qualify as human, it is a comforting fact to be able to hold.

So what do I expect of E3? IÂ'm not entirely sure. The experience of E3 is as mysterious to me as what living on a planet made entirely of jam circling a distant bluish star might be like. I presume there will be a heady buzz of neon and electricity only barely eclipsed by the throng of attendees mulling about like cattle on a fertile plain. I know weÂ're going to get to meet some people, that we have a few appointments scheduled, and that weÂ'll be seeing some games previously unrevealed. At some point I presume IÂ'll come in close proximity to someone who I only know from events related to me through electronic media, and that might be at times interesting. Also, IÂ'm assured that leather clad women will stand around video monitors in alluring poses and pretend that this is a good step in their career.

I suppose I should go in with a litany of games I simply must see, and I suppose I do have a smallish collection of titles which IÂ'll be anticipating. As IÂ'm primarily concerned with PC games my enthusiasm will be tactically aimed at developers for said platform, and IÂ'll certainly make soft purring noises when I approach any work associated with Blizzard, Valve, or id. In many ways IÂ'm going to the floor hoping to be excited about something completely off my radar at this point, so IÂ'm not doing a lot of unnecessary cramming ahead of time just to find out what IÂ'm supposed to see and what IÂ'm supposed to feel about it before I ever get to the floor.

ItÂ's sort of like the time I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. I roughly knew that it was an event of such an inconceivable magnitude that to imagine it in any clearly detailed fashion was an exercise in naïve futility. I knew that there were libations, often colorful and named for atmospheric disturbances, random exposing of breasts, and the throwing of gaudy beaded necklaces. I also knew that there would be people, great herds of people mulling about like drunken cattle dealing in the exchange of beads on fertile fields. The result of my experience was in no way marred by what I expected of it, though I must admit that my precise recollection of the thing is cloudy. Whether that is a result of the overwhelming stimulus or the drinks named for storms is a point I leave to debate.

I imagine E3 to be something like this, though on a much more subdued fashion and with a provided map. Ostensibly E3 is a trade show in the kind of the way that Mardi Gras is a religious event, but I imagine when compared to trade shows for lumber manufacturers or medical supply companies, E3 is an entirely different beast.

I once attended a trade show in Las Vegas for owners of independent pharmacies. How this admittedly unusual event came to pass is a story so anti-climactic that I promise a four year old could provide a more intriguing narrative. Considering that I am not an owner of an independent pharmacy, or related to such profession in any appreciable way, I admit I was not in a credible position to judge the quality of the event. However, despite the strange and vaguely intimidating cadre of vendors who surrounded and applauded as we, the pharmacists, entered the convention, it seemed a wholly forgettable thing. If you are of the mind that pharmacists are boring people, allow me to disabuse you of that perspective. When compared to their vendors, most pharmacists are positively exploding with personality. If E3 is more than a series of folding tables behind which long faced men in the depths of their own quiet desperations hock disposable razors, commemorative plates, and faux designer cosmetics, then I feel safe in my assumption that it isnÂ't a typical trade show.

Honestly, guys, they didnÂ't even have one booth babe!

I guess itÂ's fair for you, gentle reader, to ask what sort of coverage you can expect from us at E3. ItÂ's a point IÂ've considered at some length, and the final answer is that I just donÂ't know. I have no illusions that places like Gamespot and IGN will be much more adept than we at siphoning every piece of information and projecting it online within a handful of femtoseconds. I think itÂ's far more likely that IÂ'll want to speak about what affected me, about the event itself, about a very few things I saw that truly inspired or surprised me, and failing all that what strange characters IÂ've managed to surround myself with in this whole endeavor.

In the end I think what excites me most about the prospect of E3, above the even the games, is an idea of newness. ItÂ's a thing IÂ've never done before, and IÂ'll be taking it in with people IÂ've never actually met, and seeing things the public has as yet never seen, all in a place IÂ've never been. For better or worse it will be a steady stream of entirely new experiences, and thatÂ's always something worth anticipating. I canÂ't think of many other reasons IÂ'd bother boarding a plane.

- Elysium

Comments

Don't forget the "swag"... Its all about the swag.....

Hell I'd probably donate if there was a nice give away the swag we got contest

And I'm broke and cheap

Worry not. I bet you a dollar that everything E3 related that shows up in this place will be lapped up quicker than a Gatorade on the camel breeder convention in the middle of the Sahara desert.

I was highly disappointed in the "swag" the year I went. People weren't giving away much in the way of cool stuff. The ladies were nice, though. And I got to play Dark Alliance for a LONG time. I then discovered that my arms didn't like holding a controller at the forced angle, and no longer wished to bend normally. That was loads of fun.

A friend who used to work for Sega got us into the press-only Sega area, but there wasn't much going on in there. Kinda boring, really. Ah well!

I'd still go again, as long as someone else drives in LA.

Just be sure to take some pictures. Especially if there is breast-baring. But not if it is man-breast-baring. How did I get talking about man-breasts in three sentences?

Thank you, Elysium, for using "femtoseconds". Your obscure measurements just keep me coming back for more.

Oh, and I'm looking forward to the E3 reports- should be interesting to see what a regular human being (as opposed to the folks at, say, GameSpy) think of it.

hubbinsd wrote:

Just be sure to take some pictures. Especially if there is breast-baring. But not if it is man-breast-baring. How did I get talking about man-breasts in three sentences?

Talent, pure talent.

Three hour plane trip, *pfft*. Try eight.

I feel pretty much the same way about E3 though, I don't know what to expect at all. The only thing I can count on is that at some point I am going to get drunk. I think that's a pretty safe assumption. Hell I'll probably get drunk on the way there, eight hours is a long time.

^^^

That means, stay away from Gabe Newell and George Broussard.

Pyroman[FO] wrote:

Three hour plane trip, *pfft*. Try eight.

Hah! I did! Amsterdam to New York. And NO toilet excursions. Beat THAT, buster!

shihonage wrote:

^^^

That means, stay away from Gabe Newell and George Broussard.

Are they planning to slip roofles in my drink?

The last time I was in Vegas, there was a porn convention in a neighboring casino. I don't know what kind of booth babes/studs they had on the convention floor (since I failed to sneak in), but the babes attending the conference were quite a sight. I'm guessing the attendees at E3 won't be quite as attractive... or silicone-laden.

congrats to Certis for getting married!

Where's the GWJ T-Shirts!? Ya got to represent, yo!

Looking forward to the E3 coverage, whatever it turns out to be. Pictures of Pyro drunk could be just the angle you're looking for. Especially, drunk and hitting on a booth babe.

Maximum Verbosity - Nutrition Facts:

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Sorry, not really relevent to the E3 discussion. But I was bored, had been thinking about the nutritional content of Peeps and this was the result.

Pyroman[FO] wrote:
shihonage wrote:

^^^

That means, stay away from Gabe Newell and George Broussard.

Are they planning to slip roofles in my drink?

No, that was supposed to point at the "man-breasts" reference

Certis belittlement 100%

*cries*

Don't you be crying young one and remember: Belittlement is often a product of envy.

Elysium, don't forget to go by the "Phantom" booth and poke 'em with sticks to see if that'll provoke them to sue you.

*ColdForged applauds the fuzzy one.* Just delightful.

Ely, let me know if that whole "soft purring noises" thing works for you. I've had very little luck with it.

Have fun at E3 lads! I went to a GDC which was similar and not. I think you'll have a blast personally... I picture E3 as gaming bliss. Nice to know if this is a correct assumption.

On top of that Certis had finally mustered the chivalry to ask Hoochie to promise never ever to leave him please, to which she acquiesced possibly out of pity.

Ah, doesn't get better then pity acquiescense.

Swag was way better the times I went when it was in Atlanta...

The two times I went to LA I was very dissapointed with the whole show...I hate the venue...the location blows...the hotels are crap...and the whole scene stinks..

I hate Beverly Hills...where I had to stay both times and ride a bus back and forth...and the neighborhood around the LA Convention Center is pretty crappy...

Atlanta wasnt perfect but it was in a great location...and I usually had cool things to do every night there..

Whether it was going to Bones Steak house (awesome steaks) with Microsoft or getting hammered at the Sports Bar at the Marriot with the guys from Turbine..

Man the two years I went down to Atlanta in a row were awesome...plus they have some great strip clubs there.

or maybe its that I got married......and its all about timing.

No...Atlanta is awesome. And we have some fine, fine shoe shows down here. Come on down!

Elysium, I have to agree with you on the plane rides. Next time I'm on a long flight I intend to bump up my seat assignment, just for the leg room. I hate having to stomp my way to the front of the plane just to get my feet and lower legs to a point where I can at least feel a sledge hammer blow. Of course, my flights have been on the governments(the tax payers) dime, so I've had little choice in seating thus far.

Looking forward to the reports on E3. The show interests me, but I don't think it's something I'd like to attend.

Looking forward to the reports on E3. The show interests me, but I don't think it's something I'd like to attend.

You learn more if you aren't at the show, I promise. There is so much stuff that us 'common folk' can't get in to see, that it's almost not worth it. Nonetheless, I encourage gamers to go at least once. Despite the crush of the crowds and related annoyances, it's still a whole lot of fun.

With regards to discomfort when flying, I share your problem (I'm 6' 4"). Whenever I check in for a flight I always ask for an upgrade (you gotta try!) and if that's not possible, I ask to be placed near the fire escape door. If I don't get one, I almost always get the other.

Try it. Obviously, you have to actually be tall for this to work.

I am sure you will enjoy it immensely....might even make the plane flight worth it.

Back when it was Summer CES in Chicago instead of E3, I used to go with my boss. Boy it was great....especially with it being CES there was a lot of electronics-related stuff. Seeing Digital Satellite System (DirecTV) 2 years before it was released....HDTV... etc..

I would have to say meeting Sid Meier was the best part of those days. I cursed him for all the hours he stole from me by creating things like Pirates!...Gunship...Silent Service... (/mourn Microprose)... ahh yes the good old days..

Anyways, enjoy and I am looking forward to your reports.

Hah! I did! Amsterdam to New York. And NO toilet excursions. Beat THAT, buster!

14 1/2 hours to Australia. One toilet excursion, balanced out by the three (yes, three) crying babies across the asile from me.

Oh, and I'm looking forward to having Certis, Elysium and their menacing entourage come to E3, see my game and belittle my efforts in words I can barely comprehend. Me, I'll be the drunk guy in the red shirt...

Naked wrote:

14 1/2 hours to Australia. One toilet excursion, balanced out by the three (yes, three) crying babies across the asile from me.

Maximum respek...