That’s it. When my studio goes big time, I’m hiring booth dudes for #E3.
—amandadadesky, via Twitter
That’s it. When my studio goes big time, I’m hiring booth dudes for #E3.
—amandadadesky, via Twitter
bouncy castle!, by Simpson’s Paradox
This bouncy castle at E3 was pretty awesome, but I wasn’t best pleased by the girls in short-shorts hired to bounce around.
I wrote this piece, Wanting, for TheSmartly a few months ago, but traveling between the two cities reawakens the same feelings.
LA and New York make me want. That’s not a transitive verb here, I don’t have something in particular in mind to want.
I just want everything. I look around, and I want better clothes, shinier hair, straighter teeth. I want a newer phone, with more apps, too, the paid ones that run smoothly and integrate perfectly, and the underground indie apps that I discover before anyone else.
Via TheSmartly (And I particularly like the article naming convention that titles this “Wanting Meg Stivison”)
I sent my parents my travel plans for conferences and conventions I’m covering this summer, and my dad wrote back:
Well done, Meg! Now add these phrases to your vocabulary:
(1) “Stop the presses!”*
(2) “But the people have a right to know!”
(3) “I have it on deep background that…”
(4) “Our readers want to know…”
You may now delete these phrases from your vocabulary:
(1) “Anybody need more coffee?”
(2) “It comes with French fries.”
*No one actually says “Stop the presses!” anymore but I don’t think “Login to the admin panel, and open a text editor for a recent post!” really has the same effect. Call it old-media prejudice.
Potential Investor: So, the target market for this game would be guys with a high-end gaming rig and experience with MMOs.
Meg: Or would be GIRLS.
When the demo for Red Bull augmented racing began at NYGaming‘s local games demo, I was just getting warmed up for a rant on how much I hate branded games. Corporate sponsorship almost always means a mediocre casual game, minus some gameplay elements and plus some extra annoying popups.
Still, I was attracted to the cyberpunk awesome of arranging Red Bull empties into a racetrack, scanning and filming them with a smartphone (iOS only, which seems more like a branding choice for Red Bull than a technical requirement), choosing a background, and letting the app creating a playable, unique racetrack.
The social element comes in when players upload and share their tracks, with the ability to race the ghostcars of friends and strangers. Of course, there’s the ubiquitous social leaderboard (guess there are some elements of a typical branded reskin), and the ability to like and share on Facebook.
In conclusion, I still don’t really like Red Bull. I don’t really like racing games. But the juxtaposition of empty cans of chemical energy, and the augmented reality pocket tech is way too cyberpunk to ignore.
Twitter meta-game Zeitheist also demoed at the NYGaming at AOL Ventures the same night.
“If we don’t get this content release out, I’m going to be like John the Baptist!” Harold pauses here, unsure if I’m following him. “Do you know who that is?”
“Yes. I do. You know what my dad does for a living, right?” I said, “And the answer is that he’s a pastor, not that he chops people’s heads off for me.”
A few mornings ago, I was in Starbucks with Harold. Also, the sun came up that day. But on this particular day, the guy on the register was so horribly unpleasant that it stands out from my usual Starbucks visits. The cashier was completely antisocial, grunting his responses to customers, when he wasn’t rolling his eyes and scolding his coworkers, but in his defense, he seemed to be the only employee who hadn’t started yesterday.
“That could be me,” I wailed. “This June content could fail and then I’ll lose my job and I’ll never be able to find another job I like this much, actually, I’ll never be able to find another one at all, and then I’ll have to work in the Starbucks and I’m going to be cranky all the time, and I’ll be working with monkeys and I’d be broke all the time again, and I would hate that even more now that I’ve done something else!”
(Oh, no, looking for work in Raleigh did no lasting damage to my psyche at all. None. Totally over it. Why do you ask?)
Harold said all the right things (That won’t happen. That won’t happen. No, seriously, Meg, listen to me. That won’t happen.) but here is the thing about high-risk, high-visibility deadlines: They are high-risk, high-visibility deadlines.
Spent a couple days in an unheated warehouse looking at cyberpunk startups. I gotta go write some stories now.