Do you wear videogame t-shirts? I suppose that's a silly question. Of course you do. I do. We all do. Well, hold on...
I do, but it's rare. Maybe I haven't done laundry in awhile. Or maybe I'm working in the yard, or exercising. I have nothing against game t-shirts, mind you. I think they're great, and wearing them shows my interests, and lets me show some of my gamer pride.
I definitely wore them more in my younger years. I'm getting old now, and I've set into wearing clothing that maybe has a bit more shape or form, I think. Ah, maybe I'm just a clothes asshole.
Anyway, I've noticed that when I do wear game shirts out and about, it opens the door to talking to others about my passion for games, my career, and the industry in general. I think that's fantastic. And it never fails -- I wear a game shirt and someone strikes up a conversation. Love it.
Last night, for instance: I went to a local BBQ place to fuck up some pulled pork and beans (and mac & cheese). I was served and it was good. Later, the guy that prepared my food came out and said he liked my shirt. (I was wearing a Prototype 2 t-shirt that Activision gave me at some event.) I asked him if he liked the game, and he told me it was 'better' than the first. I laughed and told him that was exactly what I had said!
The convo went on as we talked about the hardships the developer is now going through, and then moved onto how much money Activision has. Nice guy, nice talk.
This got me thinking: Why don't I wear game t-shirts more often?
[But I know the answer! They always give me a fucking XL or L. One time I got an XXL. I'm a fucking SMALL. I'm a bony fuck that has no meat on his bones. And what's really fucked is that A LOT of people in my field are thin/bony/small. Why do they always give us large shirts?!?!? Even a Medium looks kind of silly already. I have a damned mountain of L-sized shirts in my closet, never worn.]
I love Las Vegas. Always have, always will. I'm the guy that argues with the locals and tells them that they don't know shit about their own town. Amazing food, amazing sites, beautiful people, great shopping - I could go on.
But this week in Las Vegas is fat nerds with backpacks on. This week in Las Vegas is cold and windy. This week is consumer electronics and weird people. My hands are cracked and busted from the cold and all the hand washing. I've never seen so many 3D glasses and people willing to wear them. Today I found myself eating lunch as far away as I could from the convention center so I could see normal people and hear normal conversations. I heard a convo about someone's house being taken by the bank. It was sad but I liked that conversation because it wasn't about TVs or 'what's goin' on tonight' or whatever. Oh, and by the way: Nothing is going on tonight. You're not getting into that party. No one knows you. No one likes you and that backpack.
I miss about 40% of my appointment times because the travel is so fucking fucked here. You should see the monorail lines. They're an hour long. I had appointments on the OTHER SIDE OF LAS VEGAS that were 30 minutes apart. It takes fucking 30 minutes to walk across the convention center! I show up late, apologize, or try to reschedule. These people sitting in these rooms all day have no idea.
This is my tribute to Mr. Browntown himself, Destructoid's own Samit Sarkar. Podtoid listeners have called him out for his abusive use of "um" and "uh" and "you know," you know. Give the mix a listen -- at the end you'll hear a string of all the individual ums and so forth pulled out of ONE episode of Podtoid.
Special thanks to Conrad Zimmerman for the inspiration and the help with the cutting up of audio.