John Walker's Electronic House

I’m in my Kingdom. San Francisco, this time, for GDC. I’ve not been before, but think I’m going to do it very well. If my head will stop loop-the-looping.

Flying to the West coast is always a novel experience. Usually eleven hours in the air (although today some favourable tailwinds brought it down to a far more bearable ten), but you only advance through time by about three or four. So leaving at 9.45am, I arrived finding the afternoon had ripped loose from its moorings and started itself over again, and Friday is showing no signs of ending. It’s 2.10am according to my brain and laptop clock, but this city refuses to agree.

So in attempt to stay awake I’ve filled my tummy with pulled pork, beer and coffee. What’s that you say? Food and beer will make me sleepier?! Try telling me an hour ago that.

I’d like to congratulate San Francisco for its unique ability to be both too hot and too cold at the same time. It’s a rare skill, and you do it with a flourish. And for your hills, which are faithfully modelled on Crazy Taxi.