A Profusion of Dorks!

Well gang, it's that time of year again...the time of year when the biggest videogame/electronics convention hits Los Angeles. It's called E3...and it's by invitation only. Usually, conventions are under my radar - 'cause there's just too much else going on. But this year the X-box 360 is busting out, and it's hard to miss the 8-billion geeks walking around with their software/game console T-shirts, lousy facial hair, and their "goodie-bags" from right down the street from Casa Aloha Corporate H.Q.

And of course, we have the Star-Wars III bust-out at exactly the same time - filling movie lines (and television screens everywhere) with reality-challenged individuals who shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a "news" camera by a length of at least three football fields.

So, I'm wondering, where did they all come from? The density of basements in California can't account for the numbers I'm seeing...and the number of parents able to support more than one or two dorks, couldn't support more than a quarter...

Okay - I'm just going to embrace my inner-geek and say, I love video games - have since I can remember there being video games. I can't wait to see the graphics on the new x-box, playstation, and whatever else comes out in the next couple of years. I saw the original Star Wars in its theatrical release back in the 70's...and shudder to even think I've seen all of them on the big screen.

But I have the most potent belief in my associates and friends to lay down the law and tell me, "Dario, don't leave the house looking like that! You look like a fucking dork!"

You'd tell me, right? 'Cause, I'd tell you.