E3 Blog - Uncle Crispy: The Live from L.A. Edition
July 13th, 2008, 11:55 pm by Scott Jones (1 Comment)
(+1 rating, 1 votes) We’re here. Well, I’m here. And Gus is here. Fudge? He’s out. Came down with a mysterious virus that makes people bear an uncanny resemblance to Don “They massacred my boy” Corleone.
Keefer? As of Sunday at 3, he’s still in the wind, stuck in the Atlanta airport in some kind of airline hell. Hopefully there’s an Au Bon Pain within six feet of him that will help to ease his pain.
The hotel still feels deserted. But no doubt that will change within a matter of hours. (The front desk clerked said that they’re sold out through the week.) My room, per E3/GDC tradition, smells like there’s a poop hidden somewhere in it. I’ve looked around the place. Even under the bed.
No poop.
You know, you get to a certain age and you feel like you deserve to stay in the kind of hotel where you don’t have to play the “Find The Poop Game.” It’s really not funny anymore.
Gus and I walked over to the Convention Center, picked up our badges, and ran into Michael McWertor from Kotaku (thanked him for their love last week on our 10 People piece) and Abbie Heppe of X-Play. I asked her if she’d ever made the mistake of referring to Morgan Webb as Morgan Freeman. Abbie said: “No. But I will now.”
So far the Convention Center seems pretty sedate. The familiar E3 logo is plastered everywhere… But remember the old days when we had fifty-foot giant-assed Spider-mans crawling on the outside of the building? E3, with its noise, and giant banners, and overexcited journalists running around, honestly, scared the shit out of me my first year here. The trademark circus atmosphere is gone now. It’s like that one fun uncle you have, who would always play with you, and tickle you practically to the edge of insanity, but who’s now no longer fun since he entered AA.
E3 hasn’t even started yet, and already it feels upstaged by the set up that’s going on for the ESPY Awards across the street. Hell, it feels upstaged by the ramshackle street fair/banana stand /flea market operation that’s going on in a nearby parking lot.
Call it…Wee3.
Posted Sunday 3:30 P.M.
