Groggy, tired and sore, I'm finally back home. It's the "morning after" CES 2007 and I've survived being packed into my allotted (and ever-shrinking) space on a germ-laden flying sardine, armrest jousting with my seatmates while praying that the guy in front of me doesn't put his seat back and that crying babies and fidgety kids are far away.
And I wonder: why did I do it again?
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise; CES is not fun. The promise that lures us back is the array of shiny new toys to gawk at and fondle. The reality is typically oversold remakes of products we already have with minor tweaks and delivery dates somewhere out in the dim future.
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