Hi there! I'm MeanderBot. I enjoy video games. My video game playing history begins like many others: someone across the street got an NES, then I stumbled across a used stack of Nintendo Power at a swap meet, and soon enough I was spending more time with a controller in my hand then lying in my bed.
As mentioned above, I'm a bit of a Nintendo fanboy. Though I'd like to think I'm open minded enough to not get needlessly insulted whenever someone slights Ninty, while being able to acknowledge its shortcomings. But if it's got a big red N on it, chances are it will fall within my sphere of desire. I have every other current gen system, and thanks to the rediscovery of a local swapmart, I've pulled my SNES and NES out of storage so I can agonize over trying to get the damned things to work. I also try to do some gaming on my crappy PC, which usually ends up being either six+ old games, or indie games. Which is pretty much all I could ask for.
Outside of zeroes and ones, I'm also interested in skateboarding, drawing, photography and drinking a metric asston of soda. But that stuff's boring.
(This is a series of my adventures with the Destructoid community at PAX Prime 2013. Here is part two)
It's that time of year again. That time of year where I look back at the most fun I have all year and I cry. I cry because the next occurrence of it is so far away. I cry because my next chance to be a part of this amazing event is already in doubt. I cry because I am reminded of all the awesome people I only see every few hundred days. I cry because I am reminded of the awesome times that I failed to take pictures of. I cry because I'm reminded of all the money I spent and how I could have more responsibly spent it. But mostly it's the third part. I've made this point before, and I'll probably make it again: it's all about the people.
Sometimes I reflect back into my first PAX, when I was completely on my own. Being able to meander about and do what I want has its own appeal. One of the things I do miss is going to the concerts every night. Or walking through the dubious Seattle streets at night to pick up some beer, and unwind from the wild events of the day in my shitty hotel room in front of my shitty hotel TV. But the sort of adventures one can have by oneself, while liberating, is a kind of sufficating comfort. And let's face it, being alone makes for some boring pictures. And tagging along with others contains an exciting and terrifying unknown quality.that you just don't get wandering alone, where one tends to stay within a comfort zone (or at least I do).
But ultimately I am extremely pleased with what my PAX experience has become. I can drink beer in front of a TV alone all year (and I do), and as much fun as the concerts are, all of the lovely Destructoid people are more than happy to selflessly enrich my life far more than enjoying loud pounding music with strangers. Plus it gives me with an opportunity to run around with a camera, and for some reason or another people seem to appreciate it. So, here we are again. I've written some words and taken some pictures and regurgitated them here for a few select mutants to enjoy. Because taking a lot of pictures recording valuable memories and not sharing them is, while humorous on a certain level, is also cruel and ultimately pointless, especially when you exhaust yourself while crawling around on a beer soaked floor taking pictures only to not pass around the results.
ANYWAYS, those few who are familiar with my routine may notice something different: I've broken this up into parts, in an effort to get this out before the end of the year, and because I took a ridiculous amount of pictures. Relax, there won't be this much written dreck to read each time; merely a link back to this page for those who don't have enough displeasure in their life. So let's get this show on the road before I start another paragraph. Today I will cover the pre-PAX anxiety including the traditional meetup at Gameworks, where we gather around and pretend that video games are more interesting than booze.
Darren (Dexter 345) demonstrates the real reason for coming to PAX: grinding through street passes!
I start off the way I wish I could start off every night: with a healthy helping of McCallum and Apathy
During the meetup Becky and Conor recorded a live episode of Communitoid. They interviewed a bunch of progressively more inebriated people. Except for me, of course. I was too busy running around taking pictures :/ It's still an interesting show. You should check it out if you haven't yet.
Here I interrupt David (Hei), Jack (Shadow) and Sam (Mr Gobbledigook) in the middle of enjoying each other
Nero climbed on top of a chair and thanked everyone for coming and made a short but sweet address. If I had a dozen roses I probably would've thrown it at his feet.
Unlike last year, the party took place on a small balcony rather than on the ground floor near an entrance. Also unlike last year, CTZ and the crew were handing out drink tickets. Needless to say, it got pretty fucking crowded.
It's pretty difficult to take a picture of Jesse and make him look bad. I managed it though.
Alyssa and Scott look at Nicole with bemusement as she realizes that there are free drinks.
Did I mention it was crowded?
Darren (Dexter 345) ruins my candid picture during a conversation with CyricZ. I had my first conversation with CyricZ, after silently passing by him at previous PAXes. I can't remember a damn thing about the conversation, but it was nice to finally meet him.
JJMcCallum and Dyganth discuss their plans for inciting madness and confusion.
Andrew (Powerglove) and Andy (Dixon) reconnect over a flagon of cow blood.
Andy, Beccy, Adam and Digtastic take turn sampling each others carbon dioxide
I sneak a quick portrait of Andy before he scolds me because I stopped shining his shoes.
“Hey Apathy, did I ever tell you that you're my favorite?”
“Hey Andy, did I ever tell you that you're my favorite?”
Beccy and Eric (MuddBastard) engage in a debate of grass vs astroturf
Eric and Someone Who's Name I Should Probably Know pose for the camera while Sam checks out DAT ASS
Scott smiles while Sam... does something in my direction.
Jacob (Guygamer) nurtures Sam like the frail little bird that he is.
It's amazing that this picture is as clear as it is. By this point I was exceptionally drunk, but somehow still cognizant. Couldn't speak worth a damn though. Before I headed over to my hotel I had to find Darren whom I shared a room with. But it was a shitty hotel, so I had the only key and needed to make sure he got into the room. I somehow managed to find him (or rather he found me, more likely) and we headed over to the hotel while I slurred incomprehensibly at him. We made it back to home base where we passed out and I woke up the next morning to a vibrant hangover, which would become a pattern over the weekend. Curious what happens next? Tune in next time to BECAUSE (PHOTO)JOURNALISM, which hopefully will be up sooner than the next two months!