Flight of the Griffin - Game Development Adventures in the land of GDC (Part 3)

Follow these links for Part I and Part II of our GDC adventures.
Or for those who are up-to-date…
Cue tiredness.
After the conference, there was a certain amount of lethargy and Peter had decided to selfishly nurture a cold, but we had another day to kill.
We saw John Carter - which despite the critical drubbing, was much enjoyed. We also went on a near spiritual journey to find the world’s most authentic Chicago Pizza outside of Chicago. Eventually, we found a great place where the (literal) pizza pie arrived and the waitress couldn’t tell what the fillings were under the tomato topping. Oh, yeah, baby - miscellaneous Chicago pizza!
With a vague idea of finding a couple of John Carter books, we headed down-town and wandered past a park with a sign saying: “Don’t feed the parrots” (Even the Americans were, like: “Parrots? We have parrots?”). Thankfully, we managed to avoid getting eaten by the hungry, yet invisible avian hordes and visited City Lights. City Lights is a rather famous San Francisco bookshop - more alternative than mainstream - so, despite a strong showing from the basement SF section, we finally got our books elsewhere. But do check out the beat poetry library upstairs.
As Peter became increasingly, romantically involved with his flu (jeez, bro, get a room), he headed off to find a café to crash in. The rest of us then totally failed to see Alcatraz - I have no photographs of Alcatraz to prove it. Turns out this popular penitentiary was all booked up until the Monday after we left. I assume the Internet is to blame - curse your devilishly quick, mouse-clicking skills - but it could still do with a bunch of on-the-day tickets, for the lacksidasical traditionalists who turn up like saps on the day.
On the way to not seeing Alcatraz, we did see loads of naked cyclists protesting against… something. Clothes maybe? A couple fell off which looked rather… painful.

On our last evening we went to a Vietnamese restaurant which had a brilliant menu, with lots of different dishes (rather than the same sauce with five different types of meat). Once again, I was struck by the quality of American food along with the golden rule of thumb in comparison to the UK: it’s either half price or twice as much. Happy days.
Stuffed with knowledge, Vietnamese food, and luggage creaking with business cards, we waved goodbye to Romer and Brandon at the airport, forced cold pizza between our jaws (that Chicago pizza kept on giving) and then waited for 8 hours until our plane turned up. Somewhere in there, the American clocks went back, then there was jet lag, and now the UK clocks have changed. My body clock now hates me. Why do I keep waking up at 3:00am?
So there you go: the Griffin had great time, we did plenty of business, and Distant Star has gotten a coding boost. American immigration is a bit annoying, and Alcatraz was probably easier to get into in the past (say, circa. prohibition era). America has parrots which are being denied food, even as we speak, and nudity is not good during cycle crashes. I don’t like whisky and God hates game designers.
GDC was, in short, brilliant. The Griffin












