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  • This year's Tokyo Game Show will be open to an even wider range of participants and guests than last year.
    The Computer Entertainment Supplier's Association (CESA) has announced details on the 2004 Tokyo Game Show. This year the TGS will take place from September 24 to 26 at Tokyo's Makuhari Messe convention center. The show will be open to the public on February 25 and 26, while February 24 will be for press only. Tickets will be available in advance for the price of 1,000 yen ($9.11) or 1,200 yen ($10.94) at the counter.
    This Year’s Tokyo Game Show aims to expand its coverage of the gaming industry outside of the traditional platforms and hopes to go in to such areas as network games and mobile phone games. CESA also hopes to call in more exhibitors who don’t directly develop games but who do support the industry, such as chip makers, peripheral makers, Internet service providers, and game developer schools. Continuing last year's trend, the show hopes to bring in more exhibitors from around the globe.

    Who's coming? Let me know, and I'll bake a cake.
  • The PSP has been postponed; people who are surprised, please raise your hand.
    In an unexpectedly candid announcement at the Destination PlayStation conference, Sony officials have said that they plan to delay the launch of the PlayStation Portable (PSP) in the US and Europe until next year – apparently to give developers a chance to prepare more launch titles.
    The company still plans to launch the machine in 2004 in Japan (where hardware launches are traditionally only accompanied by two or three games), although some analysts are dubious as to whether even this will actually happen.
    According to SCEA the North American division is now looking to launch the PSP by March 2005, with a similar launch date also expected for Europe.
    (text from Gamasutra; free registration required)

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