Over at Penny Arcade, they do a better job of than I did of responding to that LucasArts’ eulogy:

The cost of our games, including the 18 hour work days, the ruined relationships, and the isolation from friends and family, is incredibly high. Reporters joke with each other whenever we tour a studio and see the free coffee, the cafeteria, the movie theaters, and the showers; the nicer a corporate office looks, and the more features it offers employees, the less likely it is that you’ll ever leave the premises for things as mundane as a well-rounded personal life. That expensive coffee machine and climbing wall isn’t a free perk, it’s the payment for when you’re asked to skip that funeral or work through the weekend.

I’ve talked to too many people in this industry to wonder why so many of our games feel adolescent; many of the artists who make the games are given a job, they begin to live at the studio, the hours grow long, they cease to grow as human beings, and they’re stuck with the same influences, passions, and sense of humor they had as a teenager.

Emphasis mine. The very same could be said for advertising or any “creative” [shudder] agency.