That enormous glob of cosmic gorgeousness in the middle of the above picture? It’s NGC 6872, a spiral galaxy. It’s not just any spiral galaxy, though. NGC 6872 is currently taking an ass-whupping from the smaller galaxy to the right, IC 4970. The two sons a bitches are colliding, and it’s a tussle spanning hundreds of millions of years.
BASK IN THE DELIGHT THAT IS OUR CULTURAL APOCALYPSE. For sometimes it dredges up certain bullshit filth vomit that will still manage to entertain me. I will stamp in the puddles of filth that is our collective cultural consciousness, giggling as the fecaltainment splashes into my mouth.
Latest example? Schwarzenegger and Stan Lee are developing The Governator.
Jeff Robinov came out this week and said that WB is working like motherfuckers on a Justice League of America movie. Okay. I’m already skeptical. The assumed idea would be that like Marvel is doing, WB would collate all of their singular big name stars like Van Wilder and Henry Cackle or whatever into one juggernaut flick with insane marketability.
Zack Snyder says motherfucking NAY!, to this occuring.
NBC and its design gurus have heard the cumulative cry of a thousand fanboys and fangirls, and altered the costume that ï»¿Adrianne Palicki will be wearing as Wonder Woman on the NBC television series. The problem? It’s still gaudy as fuck.
I’m a big honking fucking slut for Mass Effect, its entire franchise, and whatever sort of refuse BioWare will peddle out with its name stamped on it. Admittedly. Since Mass Effect 2 came out, I’ve bought all the DLC, happily wasting my hard earned Imperial credits on throwaway content that should have been a quest on the disc. A quest on the disc that I would have pounded through and sort of bemoaned it. Then Lair of the Shadow Broker dropped, and I was all, “Oh shit! A legit dope quest!” A quest so good that I deemed it better than a good 75% of the material that launched with the title. It set the bar. It set the bar high.
So pretty much, ‘Arrival’ was fucked from the get go. High standards, falling interest!
I got myself a stack of the fat ass funny books. ‘Stead of reading them, I have to blather to you interbeings about the shit that is dropping in the world of comics tomorrow, and I’ll be goddamned if that ain’t proof Leibniz didn’t know shit. Most perfect of all worlds? My fucking ass! Pizza gets you fat and your fucking colon kills you.
This is the world of Variant Covers, a preview of the comic books coming out this week. Hit me with your pull-list.
[DEFEAT. is Rendar Frankenstein's truest attempt at fiction. Presented in weekly episodes, the novella tells the tale of Daryl Millar - a hero who dies at the intersection of pop culture, science-fiction, war epic, and fantasy]
Daryl Millar wasn’t one to brag. In fact, he held a special disdain for those who gloat about their triumphs. Part of this contempt stemmed from the fact that most braggarts haven’t done nearly as much as they claim. Gum-flapping as a means of self-denial. The rejection of a lackluster life. The other primary set of boasters are those who speak truthfully but only do so as to posture themselves above others. At the end of the day, Daryl believed that most who bragged were either liars or assholes.
Or, maybe even lying assholes.
So it was with some reservation that the protagonist considered phoning his friends. But he just had to tell them about his evening. “I can’t keep this to myself,” he thought, “it was just too unreal. Almost…otherworldly.” Daryl had turned a corner, and was on his street. As he approached his house, he picked up the pace of both his steps and his thoughts.
Thinking on it now, Daryl felt changed, as though shedding the skin of a virgin had not only opened his eyes but granted a third one as well. While he had been trained to connote first sexual experiences with the end of innocence, this was not his current perception. Instead, he felt an overwhelming sense of possibility, as though a door had opened and was urging him to take the final step across the threshold.
Something within had been activated and Daryl was sure that it was pushing him towards redefinition.
We all know it’s coming. It is the dark, depressing underbelly of Christopher Nolan finishing off his bonerfying Batman trilogy. We all know that the moment he wraps on the son of a bitch, and the moment we gaze upon its guaranteed (GUARANTEED) resplendent glory, we’ve seen the last of the Nolanverse’s take on Bruce Wayne.
This week in the LA Times, the new WB Guru Leader Hivemind commented on this inevitable change.
Batman will be reinvented, but!, with Nolan producing.