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Obligatory Press Pass Photo
Freelance Media, by Simpson’s Paradox …and then I cracked myself up, thinking that I’ve gone to enough conferences and shows to say “obligatory press pass photo”.
Posted in Los Angeles, New York City
Tagged e3, Los Angeles, New York City, press pass
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“You’ll like this place,” Figment tells me. Figment and Jim, a filmmaker friend, have picked me up one night after E3 for dinner. “Barney’s Beanery. It has the longest menu imaginable, it would take hours just to read everything on … Continue reading
Tomb Raider Reboot
I slipped into a demo of the new Tomb Raider reboot (Thanks again to the person who snuck me in and doesn’t want to be named on my blog), featuring a young Lara Croft. Now, I’ve always been a bit … Continue reading
Cooking Mama
Don’t worry! Mama will fix it!
Continuity Issues
“Remember when you were at SxSW, and I got comics without you, and you were disappointed* that I didn’t wait for you?” Harold asked on the phone the other night. “What would you think if I didn’t wait until you’re … Continue reading
Nyko at E3
Ariel, by Simpson’s Paradox I can’t figure out what I like best about this photo…. Is it the red wig? The intent expression? Waving my arm in the air for some futuristic cyberpunk videogame?
Booth Dudes
That’s it. When my studio goes big time, I’m hiring booth dudes for #E3. —amandadadesky, via Twitter
Posted in Gaming Culture, Los Angeles
Tagged Amanda d'Adesky, e3, gaming, girls play that too?, Los Angeles, twitter
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Bouncy Castle
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.
Wasted.
So I’m heading to CES, the consumer electronics show in Los Vegas. I’m going to be working for the gameworld through Friday (I love that this wild virtual worldbuilding is my day job), and then staying on to see the … Continue reading