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Hollywood Blog: The E3 2005 Scrapbook

Posted June 12th 2005 by Jared Thomas and DC Garcia.

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With what we hoped to be the worst behind us, we set ourselves to the business of registering as media for E3. While at the Convention Center we met up with a long time N-Philes forumer who drove us around L.A. and Hollywood.

Desiré: After a long night of continuously calling the airlines to check on our lost luggage, we took the hotel's shuttle bus down to the bus station near the airport. Here I am trying to get into a better mood by listening to some Green Day, awaiting the bus to take us down to the convention center so we can pick up our media badges.

Jared: The funny thing about this picture is that I'm actually taking a picture of the bird poop on the bench, and Desiré just happened to be sitting on it. I was looking at how the beams of the awning above us had little prickly spikes on them, which I assumed was meant to keep birds from perching on them and then pooping on people who were waiting for a bus. So I took this shot to show that if that was their goal, it wasn't working.

Desiré: The bus ride was pretty uneventful, but at least we got to see a good chunk of Los Angeles through the windows. And for a few stops we talked with an older lady at length who upon hearing we were headed to the convention center, explained that her grandson went to E3 every year. It was nice. An hour later, we arrived right smack in front of where they would be holding E3. I really wish we had thought to take a panoramic shot of the L.A. Convention Center, because my god was it ever huge!

Jared: And good thing we woke up at seven in the morning to get there! Because registration didn't start until noon! Go us! But to be fair, getting there hours ahead of time gave us a chance to wander around and get an idea of where everything was and yet still be the first two people in what turned out to be an incredibly long line of pre-registration media. We even got to pass the time waiting in line with some dorkass middle-aged man whose underwear was riding up to damn near his armpits.

Desiré:Jared has this sick obsessions with taking pictures of sleeping/dead derelicts. Here he adds yet another pic of a displaced soul to his ever growing collection of "Bums on the Street" that he sees on his travels.

Jared: It just makes much more sense to me than taking pictures of oft-photographed landmarks. I grew up in the suburbs, I can't be expected to behave normally when I'm in a city.

Jared: These next three pictures probably won't make a lot of sense for a scrapbook. I'd gone into a convenience store to get Desiré some Gatorade and while in there I saw these in-store advertisements for chicken and broasted potatoes. They're so off-the-wall and left field that I had to take a picture of each one. This one obviously is a snake telling his lover snake, in other-wordly punctuation, that the chicken is good. Why? Don't ask why.

Desiré: This was in such a bad neighborhood and while Jared was inside the store, at least five different bummy-looking men circled the car. Thank God for power locks.

Jared: Here we have three kittens eating some non-descript meal out of a bowl, which I'm guessing is supposed to give me a similar desire to eat. The image doesn't really give me the desire to specifically eat chicken and broasted potatoes, but since that's what's in front of me, the shopkeep probably figures it's a done deal at that point. But really, "! ARE YOU FEELING ALONE!" How does that connect with the image of three kittens eating? Or even broasted potatoes, or any food for that matter? That's not even Engrish. It's just... I don't even know. The only appropriate comment on it is "Huh?"

Desiré: "Huh?" is exactly my comment on Jared even taking these pictures.

Jared: This one's less ridiculously over-the-top, a little more subtle, but I think that's what I like about it. The caption informing me that the food is served on an aluminum (or "aluminiun", whichever) tray gets me. Even if not for the picture which shows the tray itself, why bother mentioning the tray? Is an aluminum tray a big selling point in L.A.? Or would people be offended if they were served food on a tray without being properly informed? While I pondered the mystery, the shopkeep asked me what the hell I was doing photographing his wares, so I mumbled something mildly threatening and bolted.

Desiré:Total waste of disk space, especially since I'm still in the car at this point worrying about being attacked by bums.

Desiré: Jared nearly tripped over himself after spotting this star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Poor Constance Cummings. I bet she had no idea what a mockery her name would be made out to be.

Jared: I bet she did. In fact, I bet this was her nickname way back when. I heard she was a freak.

Desiré: We just about busted a gut when we spotted this tripped out trio across the street. I don't think these guys realize that it isn't the 80's...

Jared: I guess they were taking shots for a magazine ad or something, but I can't imagine for what. I'm going to guess it's for gum. Maybe watermelon gum.

Jared: Here's Desiré and I walking the Walk of Fame, obviously not really caring about any of the has-beens with their names plastered on the ground. Actually I think Desiré cared about maybe one or two, that being Frank Sinatra and some other wop I can't remember.

Desiré: Even though the picture was taken by our friend, this really gives the feeling that someone is spying on us. It's almost invasive, but not really. I didn't even know that this pic was taken of us until after we got back, so saving it as "paparazzi" made a lot of sense to us. Besides, you know what they say, when in Hollyweird...

Desiré: After missing the freeway entrance to go back to the hotel, we ended up driving through Beverly Hills, Bel Air, and even passing the infamous Rockingham in Brentwood (of O.J. fame). We stopped at a beach in Santa Monica, just past the pier, to try to get some nice shots of the Pacific. I think I had found some very odd looking seaweed underneath some rocks, but I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that Jared looks like a humungous giant in this pic.

Jared: This shot gives a really good look at my awesome threads. Daisy hates my Keds knockoffs, but I mean come on, it's impossible to deny such utter groovitude. I'm amazed it's possible to pack so much style into such an undeniably heterosexual man.

Jared: Adorable. I love this shot because Desiré appears to be so tiny, and her expression so naive, so she looks like a little girl in this picture. But hopefully that comes across as heartwarming and endearing instead of creepy and mildly sinister.

Desiré: The rocks were more slippery than they looked! Here I'm just trying my damnedest not to slip and fall.

Desiré: After climbing back up the rocks towards the car, I glanced down and saw Jared still near the water, so I whipped out the camera once again and snapped what I thought was a very haunting, yet serene pic.

Jared: This picture works much better if you select "Luke's Theme" from your Star Wars playlist (if you don't have one get one). Or at least, that's how I'd rather come across. Of course, I'm only looking at one sun setting instead of two. Stupid Earth.

Desiré: Upon arriving back at the hotel, we were informed that Jared's suitcase had been located and delivered, giving at least one of us a change of clothes. Ever the gentleman, he offered some of his clothes up to me in case mine didn't come in time for the Nintendo Press Conference the next morning. After much pouting and debating, I decided to see what I would look like in a typical Jared outfit. This was the resulting look (I hate his clothes).

Jared: I was hoping if I let her wear some of my clothes she'd lend me some of hers. But purely for comfort reasons.

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