On Friday night I was fortunate enough to catch a midnight screening of Pulp Fiction at the Somerville Theatre. Sure, getting a chance to see Tarantino’s seminal work on the big-screen was absolutely amazing. But what was truly mind-blowing was encountering the most puzzling statement I’ve ever seen scrawled on a bathroom stall:

I also love to fart on pussy.

With no other graffiti visible, my search for meaning became frantic. Who farts on pussy? Why? And what’s with the inclusion of also? This could imply either that the author loves to do other things on pussy or that he loves to fart on other things. Hrm. Is this some sort of Zen kōan?

What does this mean?

New set photos from the filming of The Dark Knight Rises reveal Bane’s full costume and photos and video of the Tumbler. Also contain minor spoilers.

Check them out, soldier.

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[DEFEAT. is a   coming-of-death novella. every week a new episode pops up, accompanied by an original Briano Galiano illustration. for fans of science fiction, fantasy, video games, comics, war epics, and feats of triumph]

The birds started chirping. The sun climbed with resolve, hurtling over the horizon with Olympian ease. The timer on the automatic coffee machine hit its limit and began brewing black inspiration. It was almost as though they had all taken part in a conspiracy, a plot to ensure a perfect beginning to an essential ending.

Did the birds, the sun, and the coffee machine actually know what a monumental day this was to be? No.

But Daryl Millar knew. He knew that this was the most important day of his life. He knew that on this day, he and his closest friends would celebrate together. He knew that they would revel in exultation only possible with immense sacrifice. He knew that this would be the last day of his life.

Daryl Millar woke up. He pulled open the shades and let himself be bathed in golden rays of wonder. He laughed to himself, thinking just how perfect this day would be. It all made so much sense, there was an undeniable purpose at hand.

Bending to one knee, the hero reached under his bed. With great respect, Daryl drew out a sacred tool. An instrument his grandfather had bequeathed unto him. The weapon that Clark Millar had pried from the dead hands of his last mortal enemy.

Daryl Millar held in his hands a goddamn samurai sword.

And in a few hours he was going to plunge it right into his own heart.

Historically, I probably would’ve said that my all-time favorite Crispin would have to be Glover.

Ya know, the dude that played George McFly and then went fucking apeshit.

But after today, I’m afraid that Willard no longer owns quite as much real estate in my heart as he once did. Sorry dude – I didn’t actually expect this to happen. But the fact of the matter is that I’ve now tried Lansdowne by the folks at Crispin Cider and I’m impressed.

Fuck that, I’m blown away.

I snagged Lansdowne from the shelves of my local beer-dealer because I was lured in by its appearance. I ain’t no liar, and I can admit when visual aesthetics win me over. There’s something elegant, mayhaps even classy, about the 22-ounce container. Maybe it’s the black label or the little tree logo or the use of simple typography – whites and golds, print and script. But if I had to toss money on it, I’d say that it’s the interrelationships, the gropings and moanings in a darkened room bathed in auditory-lubrication, between all of the above that sold me. Looking at the bottle, it looks urbane as hell.

I’ll be damned if I can’t imagine Don Draper taking a rip from a bottle of Lansdowne.

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Behold a rare ass copy of Tetris. It is for the Mega Drive, and signed by Tetris’ creator. The seller is auctioning off the son of a bitch, and he’s hoping to loot a cool million dollars. Ah, to dream.

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Some dude (fittingly) named Ian went onto Pawn Stars trying to hock his Halo replica outfit. It doesn’t go particularly well. He runs around in the suit, showing how amazing it is before asking for $2,000. Much derision and uncomfortable sadness in the eyes of a fellow geek erupts, which we all benefit from.

Hit the jump for the video.

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Say what you will about drug cartels and the such, sometimes I have to admire their ingenuity in finding new ways to transport their product. Mind-blowing ways. Take for example these motherfuckers. The U.S Navy with help from Honduras nabbed a submarine carrying tons and tons of cocaine.

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Press Start! Brace yourself. Take a swig of your prescribed beverage of choice. Let it wash around the insides of that gullet of yourself. Press Start! The column where I spit about five things that caught my eye in gaming this week. Press Select!, choose to share what you dug or hated or found intriguing in the world of gaming these past 168 hours or so since we last spoke.

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Yesterday the  House Judiciary Committee  voted to pass a data-retention bill. This bill will require your ISP to spy on everything you do online and save your actions for twelve months. Every click, every keystroke. I don’t know if this is legal, but it sure frightens the crap out of me.

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The teaser trailer for ‘The Avengers’ that followed Captain America was short, insubstantial, and arousing. Marvel has released a teaser trailer  online for that teaser trailer. A bit maddening, no? Do yourself a fucking favor and just go see Captain America. It’s fun enough. Should you decline, you can check it out this teaser for the teaser after break. But be foreworned: the clip they’ve included it in also has the last minute or so  of First Avenger. However, this clip also contains no spoilers for anyone who has ever heard Captain America’s story.

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