Back from the GAMA Trade Show in Las Vegas. Got a lot of work done, layed groundwork for many things (which I’ll go into in detail after ink is dry on contracts), saw old friends, made new ones.
The Riviera was ASS. Nuff said about that, since the place will no longer exist next year, as it’s scheduled for demolition….which it deserves.
Woke up on Thursday morning at around 8, worked through the last day of the show, spent the evening and night hanging out at the bar with lots of clever people, and headed to the airport at 4:00 a.m.. Flight was at 6. Flew to Denver, and then to K.C. Was picked up at the airport by
And now: Snapshots of the GAMA Trade Show, in the form of context-free quotes, heard during the show:
“I do books because I like seeing my work in print. I do PDF because I like MONEY.”
“Any business conversation that starts with ‘OK look, chucklehead…’ is not going to turn out well.”
“I’m collecting Hooker Cards! Check it out — I found the ultra-rare chase card: She offers a $35 Special!”
“I’m guessing that for 35 bucks, you toss off and she gives you a disdainful look.”
“I’m sure that standing around and not helping anyone has really taken it out of you. Go get a drink.”
“The Man, The Legend, The Force of Nature….”
“Please, no more Strawberry Daquiris.”
“Let me get this straight: Your target audience is made up of social misfits, and so you’re manning your booth with EXACTLY the sort of woman who intimidates the living shit out of them….that they’re afraid to talk to….and you’re thinking that’s going to draw them TO your booth?”
“Hang on, Bruce. Gotta go see a man about a dingo.”
….and many, many more.
“Let me get this straight: Your target audience is made up of social misfits, and so you’re manning your booth with EXACTLY the sort of woman who intimidates the living shit out of them….that they’re afraid to talk to….and you’re thinking that’s going to draw them TO your booth?”
Nice. That’s about as on-the-money as it gets. On the other hand, put a woman dressed up in anime/goth/fangirl gear in the booth, who can hold a conversation about comics, games, and/or her favorite genre shows, and you’ll get a steady stream of people.
Doesn’t matter if she can hold a conversation, since the most likely result is a ring of gamers, standing 5 to 10 feet away, taking pictures. They don’t usually approach closer than that.
Good to see that you made it back in one piece, and that your liver survived.
D.
Well, someone’s liver had to survive….
We pulled straws and Gareth lost/won depending on your pov.
Total for the night – 2 Percocet, 4 glasses of expensive champaigne, and 9 Long Island Iced Teas.
Heh.
It was good seeing you again, amigo. I hope it’s not so long for the next time around…