I'm flown to pieces, after a Jet Blue Disney ride over the tempermental midwest. The heartland wanted us all dead, I
tell you. Things were fine up until 33,000 feet. Look, I even wrote some lighthearted comments in my journal. I always
write light hearted comments in my journal when I forget my valium.
Sitting in JFK, waiting to hurl myself through the air in a 30 ton piece of metal. It doesn't get much more fun
than that.
They want me to turn off my Gameboy for takeoff? Why don't they just ask me to hold my breath until takeoff?
I'm in the air. The graphics are amazing up here. Check out those clouds. Did Carmack do those clouds? The guy next to
me clearly just got out of a squash game.
Let's just say, for now, that it was all downhill (downair?) from there. But I'm here! Vlad is here with me. Together
we will scour the floor, starting Wednesday. Until then, we'll let you know what people are talking about.
I can tell you this, so far. Everyone seems psyched to be in San Francisco this year. It's a little weird for us
regulars to not have "The Pit" to lounge around in. Plus, I have no idea where I should pick up my pass. But SF is a
great town, and it's yanking out a great mood from even the dourest dev. Of course, this won't last. But it never
does.
I took a walk by the Walk of Game patio. I think it's going to be very well done, actually. Pics will follow when I
get a chance to grab some HI8.
