So, if you’ve been keeping tabs on Xbox 360 Fanboy, you’ll know that I went to E3. E3 is, as most gamers will tell you, a sort of gaming mecca. It’s a place where many gamers dream of going and a place that few of us ever get to see. Sure, we get glimpses of it through the gilded walls of video game journalism, but rarely do we get to crack it open, lay its contents bare.
I was lucky enough to do just that. If you are a gamer, then you’ll know that this year’s E3 marked a change. It was smaller, more intimate. Merely a shadow of the massive trade show it once was. I can tell you right now, I’ve never been to an E3 before and I don’t care. What I experienced was incredible to me. While I was there, I heard the complaints of wizened journalists lamenting the E3 of yesteryear and I didn’t care.
I got to play Rock Band before anyone else. I even got my performance forever captured in the workings of YouTube. Now everyone on the planet can see how much I looked like a tool while singing the Stone Temple Pilots song “Vasoline.” Suffice it to say I felt much cooler while singing it. Again though, I don’t care. I had a fucking blast. My only regret is that I focused on my particular avenue of coverage, the Xbox 360, and didn’t take in the other gaming goodness on display. I should have played Metroid Prime 3, damn it.
This very blog was started a little more than a year ago with the single-minded purpose of going to E3 under the auspices of game journalism. I never thought I would actually be employed for such things but there you have it. I’ve been doing it for over a year now and I haven’t soured of it. Hopefully, that remains true for a good long while.
If someone told me I’d be doing this for a living when I was a child, I wouldn’t have believed them. I only hope that the drive to keep it up is still here a year from now, and for many years after that.