I didn't hit CES2014. I don't think I missed anything. For the past several years, I have made the annual tech trek to CES in Las Vegas. For the uninitiated, CES is the Consumer Electronics Show, once a trade show exclusively for electronic retailers to make their biggest yearly merchandise Continue Reading
That's what Ben (The PC Guy) Rudolph (looking skinnier than ever) calls CES, the 150,000 person, 8 football fields big Consumer Electronic Show held in Las Vegas every year. I also heard someone call it The Consumer Exhaustion Show. I agree with both. Although the "best week" part can be hard to Continue Reading
Forget the tech. Forget the wireless TVs you can carry from room to room. Forget the cool iPad cases and super slim speakers. THIS is what being in Vegas is all about. Continue Reading
Like a lot of techies, techie wanabees, and social media junkies who just got sucked into it, I'm headed to CES this week. Unlike a lot of techies, I'm dreading it. But I've developed a few survival skills. So here they are - - especially for women. Hope they help. 1. Wear comfortable shoes. I Continue Reading
There are lots of people out there way more qualified than I out there to talk about the latest and greatest in tech debuted at CES. So intead, I'm going to talk about Las Vegas: land of short skirts and sparkly tops. Land where a big giant row of slot machines is staring you in the face the Continue Reading
It’s my first time ever in Las Vegas. And mostly, all I’ve seen is the inside of the convention center. But I’ve also seen all sorts of Vegas-y things, like hookers, and porn stars, and a faux Arc de Triomphe. I know this is a tech show and all. And I know you probably want to hear all about the Continue Reading
As I write this, I am on a plane on my way to CES – The Consumer Electronics Show. CES is the worlds largest tech show , and I know what you’re thinking: What the hell am I doing going to a tech show? Well, see that little link to the right? The one that says Blogging Angels? That’s why I’m Continue Reading