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The Intense Madness Of Your Pop-Culture Devotion [Past Fashion]

• Jul 12, 2010 from jezebel(Jezebel) in Entertainment
  A few weeks ago, I asked our readers to send in pictures of themselves showing their obsessive devotion to everything from bands to books, and naturally, they delivered. Inside, a roundup of your fellow readers amazing and often hilarious contributions:From commenter Spike49: I wish I could tell you these were actually "past" fashion, but I would be lying. These are of me, my sister and friend less than two years ago at the NKOTB concert in San Jose. The t-shirt I am wearing- I'm the jackass in the hot pink arm warmers- is an original from 6th grade that I never got rid of. My sister got her yellow one off ebay. My friend found a sheet set on ebay and had her designer friend make her a dress out of them. There were 4 others with us, and we all looked ridiculous. We honestly thought a ton of people would have done it up like we had, but we were very, very wrong. NOBODY else embraced the absurdity of it all, they were all totally dolled up like they were waiting for Joey to see them from across the arena and take them home (which let's be honest, is the real absurd behavior). We are not an easily embarrassed bunch so we had a blast and everybody wanted to take our pictures. The real tragedy is that there are no pics of my denim jacket that I wore that night COVERED in NKOTB buttons, tiny ones, giant ones, the works."
  From commenter cosmictuesday: "This photo was my submission to the Mad Men photo contest last summer. I didn't win, but I was in the top ten for a coupla days before the winners were announced."
  From commenter Bye June: "My friends and I were about 14 when these were taken. We went to Warped Tour mostly for Good Charlotte, and spent a good part of our day waiting around for/stalking the band. It paid off and here's the proof. It doesn't look terribly superfan-ish, I don't think, but when Joel threw a water bottle out into the crowd, we all dove for it. My friend caught it and it sat on her shelf for a couple of years before being thrown out with the recyclables. Oh, and identities have been hidden to protect the innocent/mildly embarrassed."
  From reader Nicola: "I have had a few major obsessions in the past and have the photos to prove it, for years in High School I was obsessed with Marilyn Monroe, I read over 30 books on her, saw all the films even "A Ticket to Tomahawk" where she had the illustrious part of "Chorus Girl #4" I had books, bags, and pictures, dear God so many pictures decorating my walls."
  From reader Tazzy: "This is a nice little fan tattoo that spans across the back between the shoulder blades. It represents the love of Avenged Sevenfold. The roman numerals inside the bat wings actually spell out A7X. My daughter designed it."
  From commenter Bunnya69: "I am a HUGE Linkin Park fan and in 2007 I got to see them for the very first time. As a bonus I got to meet them, where I asked lead singer Chester Bennington to sign my arm below the LP logo that I had tattooed a few months earlier. He did and for the rest of the concert I covered it over with a wrist band I had. The next day I had it permanently inked where I can always look upon it and remember what an awesome time I had."
  From reader Helen: "I take a yearly trip to the University of Georgia in Athens with my dad to catch a game. I didn't attend the school, although my dad did, but I'm a huge fan of their football team. In this photo I'm wearing at least 4 pieces of UGA themed clothing, have a pass for the press box, and am sitting on the back of a bulldog sculpture. I have pics like this going back years."
  From reader Patricia: "This photograph documents a night in November 2009, when a group of college girls went on a date with Robert Pattinson. A Robert Pattinson life-sized and made out of cardboard. For the opening weekend of the second Twilight movie, my friends and I met up and put body glitter all over faces (so we can sparkle like vampires!) and headed off to the movie theatre, where we got so many picture requests with Robert Pattinson. I'm on the far left here with four of my friends, joined with two preteen Twihards, one very inappropriate little boy, and of course, the one and only Robert Pattinson. Cut to earlier this summer, when Jezebel did a story about the girl brought a Robert Pattinson life-sized cutout as her prom date. I showed it to my friends, and we all agreed that our was much, much better. I mean, we bought him his own ticket, and all."
  From reader Hannah: "We put on all our Argentina gear that we'd purchased that day on the street (note my necklace made from a one peso moneda) and were wandering around like complete clowns. At least one of us is actually Argentine. Too bad we were eliminated :("
  From commenter AnnVeal: "Once upon a time there was a Jezebel commenter named Ann Veal. Ann Veal loved Avatar: The Last Airbender a little much. So when she heard there was a live-action movie, she rejoiced. She could practically taste the awesome. (It tasted like chocolate frosting and Sokka)."
  "She followed...

How I Didn't Get Killed At E3 [Column]

• Jun 29, 2010 from kotaku(Kotaku) in Gaming
  How did I get to E3? How did I get a VIP pass? I don't even know. The idea was that I would walk up to E3 and, telling nobody anything, manage to just get in. That's what happened.
  It worked out pretty well.
  I have business in the San Francisco Bay Area from late June to early August, so I figured I would fly in from Tokyo a week early, and check out E3. At the time, I didn't think it was a stupid idea to fly in to San Francisco International Airport, despite the Electronic Entertainment Expo being in Los Angeles. When I booked my ticket, I was only thinking that it would cost a lot more money to fly into Los Angeles from Tokyo and then fly back from San Francisco. I was hardly thinking that the entire goal of my trip to the United States was to make money so much money that a little bit here or there to upgrade my traveling comfort would be irrelevant in the Grand Scheme of Things. Halfway through the flight, I remembered the story of Miyamoto Musashi's duel with Sasaki Kojiro: Musashi said that Kojiro had lost the duel in the very first instant, when he cast his scabbard into the ocean.
  Monday
  Well, at least, flying into San Francisco meant I would get to enjoy something I seldom enjoy: a nice long drive in a genuinely scenic part of the world. The road from San Francisco to Los Angeles, whichever highway you choose, offers much more fantastic scenery in five hours than you're bound to experience locked up in your room staring at a computer screen for six weeks. I arrived at the airport, suffered through a long ordeal at immigration why they leave only six booths of eighteen open when there are clearly a thousand passengers waiting is beyond me and waited outside in the cool northern California breeze for twenty minutes before Bob's Chrysler Sebring ("When You Need a Convertible right now") slid up into a perfectly parallel-parked position. It was around that instant that I realized two attractive ladies were whispering about me over by an ashtray: Aha, it's because I am wearing a super-fly Adidas Originals track suit in the Japan-exclusive color of psycho-crayon-green. In front of me, a luggage cart, containing an enormous suitcase, my laptop bag, and a cardboard box full of computer. In my right hand, an Adidas Originals shopping bag containing an Adidas Originals track suit in the Japan-exclusive color of shiny piano black.
  I'd heard someone say, a long time ago, that if you want people to remember you, you have to wear the same thing every day. That's why people remember, say, Mickey Mouse, or Super Mario. I've earned something of an . . . existing reputation as the guy with a Swedish schoolgirl haircut and ridiculous cartoon character glasses with twenty-four-karat gold studs in them. It was time to complete the look. I wasn't sure if green was the right color, though it was the gaudiest, weirdest color that the Shinjuku Adidas Originals store had this season, so I rolled with it.
  
  Despite my engorged interest in the National Basketball Association, it wasn't until I'd landed in San Francisco and picked up a discarded copy of the New York Times that it dawned on me: The Los Angeles Lakers were facing the Boston Celtics in the NBA Finals in Los Angeles. At the Staples Center. Next door to the Los Angeles Convention Center. Where the Electronic Entertainment Expo was held. Crayon-green was the Boston Celtics' primary color. Oh man. This situation was bound to get gorgeous real quick.
  Days later, following the Lakers' victory, minutes after a man threw a lit cigarette into the open Sebring, burning a hole halfway into the nylon of my track pants right up above the knee, moments before a dozen rioters grabbed our car and tried maybe-seriously to tip it over, our car drifted to a stop in front of Cheapassgamer.com's own Cheapy D and Wedbush Securities analyst Michael Pachter, who took one look at my pants, told me I'd better take them off, and warned me, "You're gonna get fuckin' stabbed."
  I didn't get fuckin' stabbed, though the possibility of it occurred to me in that breezeway as Bob popped the trunk on Monday morning. We stuffed my stuff into the car; I took the shopping bag into the front seat.
  "We need to maximize our visibility," I told Bob. "In a couple years, we're going to have enough money to rent a booth. We need to think about that. This year, we don't have a booth this year, we are a walking, talking booth."
  "Okay."
  Maybe Bob was tired. We pulled off the highway and into the first shopping center outside the airport. Lo and behold: a Chipotle.
  
  The sun was terrifying. Just to fight a migraine, I had to squint so hard that I could barely see. I had to squint so hard I could have looked right at an eclipse. I grimaced in a Walgreens parking lot while Bob went in to get cash and cigarettes. Hands on my hips. I unzipped my jacket, and there I was in a Russian Tuxedo: track suit and tank-top. A couple of college girls looked at me. It struck me, instantly, that I was probably a huge joke to...