Ahh, CES. As a gaming journalist, you have to love it. It’s a lot like E3, except instead of actually doing work you just walk around and act like you’re important, handing your card to everyone. Plus, everyone is always passing out endless caches of free paraphernalia to members of the press, so you generally leave with a suitcase packed with practically useless (yet awesome) junk. My goal this year is to receive as many massages at the press hospitality tent as possible within the time frame allotted—and I might write an article here and there. That’s right; if you’re expecting quality coverage of CES, you’d better check your browser, because I’m not going to provide it.
What the hell is this pink piece of paper on my desk?
