My god...
I mean, I am not one to talk -- managing a team of software engineers developing stuff for the Internet for the past decade. Then add my time working in high-energy physics where I worked with PhDs with gravity-defying hairstyles who spoke in triple integrals. But game developers take the cake. They are truly the überdork, asexual rejects among überdork, asexual rejects. It's like a loser all-star team, where everyone should be walking around with capital "L"s tattooed to their foreheads.
So I'm strolling to the
Sony Metreon for a long, leisurely Friday lunch just now, and I happen to stumble across the
2007 Game Developers Conference at the
Moscone Convention Center.And all I could think of is thank God I don't work with any of these people -- as I'd have to kill myself. This crowd made the American Dental Association conference seem cool by comparison.
Imagine thousands of pimply-faced males who rarely see daylight -- with about five total sexual encounters among all of them, excluding family members and priests -- who get all their fashion advice from
Edge gamer magazine.
And the women? The only estrogen to be found there comes in two distinct forms:
1) The occasional thing that walks into the women's bathroom who could pass as a member of the 1985 East German women's swim team -- with an extra Y chromosome who sports more facial hair than my police officer brother, and
2) The complete booth bimbo, with glowing light sticks around her neck, excessively short skirt, high heels or furry boots, and a lukearm IQ who looks at their job as altruistic social work for geeks
I need to shower.