by John Hoskin on Mar 05, 2007
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I don't travel well. That's a massive understatement. Let me paint a picture for you if I could. When it comes to trips like the one I'm on right now to the Game Developers Conference, I am much like a monkey with a shotgun, potentially funny, but dangerous.
On every trip to the U.S. in which I have mentioned TenTonHammer.com as my employer I have been grilled, sometimes almost literally, as to where I'm going and what I might be doing when I arrived at said destination. My trip to E3 last year was as bad as it could get, or so I thought as I sat in the Greater Toronto Airport Authoritie's rendition of Guantanamo Bay amidst a sea of bearded, praying men, some of which wore "U.S.A. is the great Satan" T-shirts. For the record I do not have a beard and I do not pray. My T-shirts state, "I'm not a geek. I'm a level 12 paladin."
My trip to the Left Coast started like every other trip, early. The 5:00am wake-up call seemed like a good idea at the time and in restrospect it probably was, had it actually taken place. They didn't call, but no biggie I had institued Plan B and set the alarm, which went off on "ringer" at a tone that apparently only dogs and bats can hear. At 5:15 I happened to wake up to the sound of car alarms, as I had done every 30 minutes throughout the night. Everything happens for a reason, or so somebody said, once upon a time in a land the fates hadn't abandoned.
Bim, bang, boom...I'm showered and packed and ready to drop my truck off at the Park 'N Fly next to the airport hotel. I ask the desk clerk on the way out the door if I need a code to exit the lot, to which he nods in the negative and gives me look like I must be a raving lunatic. A code...imagine needing a code to exit a parking lot. Who on the planet would need a code? Imagine my surprise when I found out that I, me of all people, required a code when I got to the gate to exit the lot. It's cold in Toronto at 5:30 am in the middle of winter and the only option is to hike what seems like a mile uphill back to the hotel entrace to get...a...code. I partake in the trek back to the hotel desk; a trek that Sir Edmund Hillary himself wouldn't have dared, all to obtain the holy code of egress. Code in my hand I hike back down from the summit and drive away from Hotel California.
The worst must be behind me I think, trudging up to the U.S. customs official at the airport. Remember when Wile E. Coyote looked at the sheep and all he could see were lambchops? The customs guy was Wile. I was a sheep. Only in this case, Wile E. Coyote had the power of the U.S. of Acme on his side.
Why would a Canadian come to the U.S. and write about an American game conference? Why would a Canadian that is working for a U.S. company come to American and write anything? Aren't there Americans who should be doing your job? (I dunno, but they can have it if they want it) The customs agent took my passport, my documentation, my will to live, and stuffed it all into a HUGE, neon yellow pouch before pointing to a grey door with human scratch marks on it.
"Enter there. They will look after it", he said.
Unable to contain my glee I skipped right over to "the door" marked "Secondary Security" and waltzed inside. I was finger printed. My picture was taken. My mother's fidelity was called into question. My career choice was debated and derided, mostly by me.
"Mah kids play way too many of them there video games. I thinks it makes 'em violent and 'gressive", droned the customs agent as he continually pulled at his ear in some sort of code that I never deciphered.
"You should call a man by the name of Jack Thompson", I replied. "He is responsible for the violence in video games. Here, let me give you his e-mail address. Give him Hell!"
45, that's "Four-Tee-Five" minutes later it was decided that I wasn't a threat to the American way of life and I was allowed entry.
A mother with a six-month old baby sat beside me on the plane. I wept. Not really, but inside I broke a little. I love kids. I have kids, but a six-hour flight isn't the place for a six-month old baby. Then she started breast-feeding. Awkward.
In the end, I'm here and half expect to see Karl Malden or Michael Douglas come roaring out of the Streets of San Francisco to arrest me. They could try I suppose, but I've played enough Project Gotham that I could probably get away. I have yet to find the huge glowing red arrows at the intersections, but I'm sure they are here someplace.
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