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Jun. 5th, 2005 06:10 pmLast night's Art of the Heist event in Chicago was fun, long, and totally surreal.
I will write about it, when I get some sleep, because man, it was just weird and fun, and I am lauging my ass off at the people on the forums who are listening to the audio files and who are sick of Gunter, or bored by the whole thing.
I forget just how freaking critical players can be, and how easily they dismiss things because collectively our attention spans have been whittled down to predictable puzzle formats and plot ascensions. Sometimes we need to have the frustration of repetition, to have dialogue that is not neat and perfectly-rehearsed. I don't really understand these players, and never have, I really don't. The justifications just tend to fall flat for me, because I've been on the other side of the curtain twice now, and you just haven't lived until you've had material you've slaved weeks and days and hours and egos over, just completely ripped apart by some stranger, just because they're cavalier about the free ride they're being given.
Last night was really enjoyable, because I admire those actors for putting up with tiring conditions, and so many possible variables that were beyond their control. I thought they were great, and I thought they worked pretty damned well within the constraints of the genre, the plot, the dark deck of a boat puttering along the industrial corridor of the south branch of the Chicago River ... ...
Seriously, I think in a lot of ways, the production company and the performers raised the bar for ARGs and interactive events like this.
As for smaller radii, I bought myself some purple freaking mums at the grocery store on the way home from a graduation brunch for my nephew Alex, because I really just needed to buy flowers for myself. It's been that sort of day.
I will write about it, when I get some sleep, because man, it was just weird and fun, and I am lauging my ass off at the people on the forums who are listening to the audio files and who are sick of Gunter, or bored by the whole thing.
I forget just how freaking critical players can be, and how easily they dismiss things because collectively our attention spans have been whittled down to predictable puzzle formats and plot ascensions. Sometimes we need to have the frustration of repetition, to have dialogue that is not neat and perfectly-rehearsed. I don't really understand these players, and never have, I really don't. The justifications just tend to fall flat for me, because I've been on the other side of the curtain twice now, and you just haven't lived until you've had material you've slaved weeks and days and hours and egos over, just completely ripped apart by some stranger, just because they're cavalier about the free ride they're being given.
Last night was really enjoyable, because I admire those actors for putting up with tiring conditions, and so many possible variables that were beyond their control. I thought they were great, and I thought they worked pretty damned well within the constraints of the genre, the plot, the dark deck of a boat puttering along the industrial corridor of the south branch of the Chicago River ... ...
Seriously, I think in a lot of ways, the production company and the performers raised the bar for ARGs and interactive events like this.
As for smaller radii, I bought myself some purple freaking mums at the grocery store on the way home from a graduation brunch for my nephew Alex, because I really just needed to buy flowers for myself. It's been that sort of day.
