This post was almost a Manifesto, but I don't want to come off as too much of a dick. Instead, it's going here where I hope you will better appreciate the honesty and find my uncontrollable rage entertaining. After a long week of appointments, panels, and parties, GDC has come to a close. It's bittersweet - I had a blast with the GR crew, got to enjoy San Francisco, and got to do things that the average gamer would kill for. But I miss my family, I'm tired, and I've got a long, 6-hour flight home to Boston. After a week of it all, I'm at my breaking point and home couldn't sound sweeter. Flights always suck, but this one in particular is the worst. For one, it's a red-eye flight, and I can't - no matter how tired I am - sleep on a flight. But it's part of the job, so I deal with it. But what I can't deal with, is being so closely confined with other human beings. You see, I'm stuffed against the window, next to some nutjob who has been eating Smartfood popcorn for two hours now. It's like this bag never ends. I literally gagged at the lip-smacking sounds she was making as she sucked the white cheddar from her fingertips... right next to my face. Even that is forgivable, she is rather skinny, and could use every last calorie. She flipped out about her reading light not working, and then, the outlets in her seat aren't working, either.She can't charge her nook now. That's some shit luck. But not as bad as mine. You see, next to her is this pompous ass with a fat bankroll. Dude thinks he's a Saudi prince or some shit. He hates this airline, and "hasn't flown coach in years". He also likes limes in his 7-up, is really impressed with Virgin America's in-seat beverage ordering, and is a douche - but that last part is a given. How do I know all of this? Because he won't shut the fuck up. He's engaged in an obnoxiously loud conversation with the student game developer next to me. Who just so happened to have attended GDC to support her student project, which just so happened to win an award at GDC. I didn't catch the name, my headphones are on full blast playing a custom iTunes playlist. It's still not enough to drown them out completely. How do I know all of this? Because they won't shut the fuck up. I asked them to tone it down a little, it's 5AM after all. (5:23AM to be exact) I even "asked" again not so nicely. But they won't shut the fuck up. Because I'm under TSA's care and rules, I'll refrain from getting too agitated, and I'll take some solace in writing this while I'm right next to them. They won't notice anyway, because they're too busy not shutting the fuck up. I can also take solace in the fact that, I now plan to review this bitch's game, and score it according to a number of factors. Don't shut the fuck up? Oh, I'm sorry, well then your game sucks, You see, that's the upside to my job. If only they'd have shut the fuck up. There. I feel so much better now.