Gizmodo’s Mat Honan captures the device lust and shame of CES:
I hide in the bathroom for about 20 minutes, playing Carcasonne, and not thinking. I need this—I was up until 4:30 in the morning, playing poker and blackjack and drinking beer.
I DM Mike Tyson on Twitter, hoping to get him to come look at some gadgets with me, but he’s in Spain shooting a commercial. I just want everyone to look at some gadgets with me.
Then it’s time for a meeting, so I scuttle out through a maze of ocular and aural assaults, past booth after booth of headset-wearing pitchmen doing their best Billy Mays. Deep in the middle of the din, I meet yet another PR person whom I’ll never see again in my life, and settle in for a demo of another product I already know I’m not going to write about.
People keep coughing on me. I try to listen politely, all the while wondering if I have the flu. I got my flu shot on December 29. I can’t help but wonder if it has activated yet. They tell you that it takes 14 days for antibodies to become effective, but that can vary from person to person. I take the press release and wander away past walls and walls of blinking, humming, electronics.
I try to remember all the products I’ve talked about that I won’t even bother to cover—and that nobody’s going to buy. There were some Bluetooth speakers. Or maybe they were WiFi. But there was definitely a helmet cam. And a waterproof phone. And a tablet and an ultrabook and an OLED TV. There was ennui upon ennui upon ennui set in this amazing temple to technology.