I’m tired, man. Straight fatigued. The sort of stretched-out, mentally wiped LackOf that hits on occasion. My wife has been away, the dog has been barking incessantly every morning, the glory of InfiniteMasturbation and PizzaTime that shepherded me through the early week has lost its sheen. My work has been unrelenting, and it doesn’t appear there’s a vacation on the horizon until December. Eh, fuck it. Eh, fuck it!
This is Weekend Open Bar. The yaddaYaddayadda where we YapYapYap. Please, come YapYapYap with me. Tell me what you’re EatingDrinkingWatchingReadingMashingittoo this weekend.
NASA has just flown a spacecraft closer to Jupiter than ever before. The Solar System’s bulwark (seriously, big bastard eats so much space debris so we can not be obliterated so we can watch reality shows and attack one another with horrible, horrible mad-made weaponry, so uh, thanks?) is getting a thorough examination, courtesy of the Juno spacecraft.
The Tomb Raider game franchise has finally landed its new director, and he hails from one of my favorite game series of all time. Dead Space. Oh, and Battlefield Hardline. I’m just going to focus on the former, cool?
I don’t really remember Duke Nukem 3D. I never got to play it, because my parents couldn’t afford a computer to play it at the time, and my moments of watching friends play it has faded. So fuck, maybe I’ll get this remake.
Excited for this movie. Adam Wingard. Would I have appreciated him rocking a new original project? Sure, of course. Am I excited about what he’s going to bring to this franchise? Absolutely.
Some epic as fuck music is coming to the epic bro-fuck as fuck Gears of War 4.
I love you, Chris Pratt. I love you for this idea, I love you for seemingly disappearing this year (for the most part) and lowering your Over Exposure Measure, I love you in general.
Fuck, does this show ever look fantastic.
New galaxy. 99% Dark Matter. Let’s be honest, this is where the Elder Things are waiting. Waiting to reveal themselves. I, for one, love comma splices, and welcome them.
I like Steve McNiven. I like Cullen Bunn. I am excited for this reveal. Despite that, I’m skeptical that my fraud-ass will end up reading it.
What, what the fuck is going on here. I’m in. All in.