For whatever reason, game companies love setting embargoes for information that game writers obtain. You can look at a game, say, yesterday (One involving Splinter Cells, double agents, and a certain multiplayer feature where a mercenary attempts to reconcile his id, ego, and superego in classic Freudian fashion by shooting spies with his rad, bullet-spitting machine gun), but not be able to write about what you saw until oh, say, Thursday. In fact, there are oftentimes legal documents involve that game writers must sign (using their full given name "Jacques Strap" or "I.C. Weiner") that states if they do talk about said game before Thursday, the game company in question can, legally, beat you up and call you fatty-fat-fat-fat. We are not making this up.
But there is no restriction on talking about the bacon-wrapped shrimp they served at this particular event, by gum, and just let Ubisoft try and stop us from discussing the two great tastes that taste great together.
Now the man who thought to wrap bacon around shrimp is definitely a man who should be running this country in 2008. And, I swear, I know he'd be cool enough to let people write about the Splinter Cell they saw on Tuesday on Wednesday. I know this.