>There’s always this sort of great moment at the end of any day at E3 when your appointments are finally finished. You get carried along with the outgoing tide of convention-goers all making their way towards the exits. And, suddenly, you emerge into the late day sun of L.A.Ahhh.There’s something terribly primal about this moment. Everyone seems to slow down a bit. Some people pause for a second, stopping in their tracks, squinting up at the sky, and letting the sun fall on their faces and arms. Smokers pull over into the smoking lane and light up.There’s good will in…

>Proven Scientific Fact: It is not humanly possible for one person to process the scope of E3 2010. For the past 48 hours, I have had controllers shoved into my hands, undersized 3-D glasses pushed onto my oversized head, and games–hundeds of wonderful, terrible games–crammed into my now-even-more-nearsighted eyes.Metaphor for E3: OK, imagine that you go to a Pie Eating Contest and eat a lot of pies. Then you go to a Hot Dog Eating Contest and eat hot dogs galore. And then you go to a second Pie Eating Contest, only in the second Pie Eating Contest several of…

>I’ve had a lot of shit jobs in my life.Example: For several years I worked for an old boob magazine in New York. You know what a boob magazine is. Don’t make me spell it out for you. My job was to write and edit copy that would ostensibly make heterosexual men uncontrollably excited.On my lunch hour, I closed the door to my office–an act, I’m now certain, that my depressed, judgmental officemates interpreted as me engaging in bouts of high-speed self-pleasure–and I wrote game reviews.I met deadlines. Spoke with editors (many of whom, I now realize, were mere kids…