#September2011
DC Comics On Starfire Hussygate: Check The Ratings. Me-Oh-My.
Scott Lobdell sucks. His slutty Starfire fanboy wet dream gallivanting as “feminism” pissed off a lot of people last week. Like I said, Lobdell sucks. DC has tried to get his back, advising readers to “check the ratings.”
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Gamers Discover Two New Planets Using Browser Game. Cyeah!
Gamers are fucking holding it down. When we’re not cracking crazy ass protein thingies that I don’t really understand using Foldit, apparently we’re finding planets. Earth-like ones.
Square Enix CEO Says ‘Final Fantasy 14’ Damaged The Brand. Got One Part Right.
Square dominated my childhood. Obsession after obsession. Slowly starting in the early 2000s, the brand receeded, I cared less and less. By FF13, it seemed like I wasn’t alone. Now the Square Enix CEO is coming out and saying that their brand is fucked. Caveat? He thinks FF14 did it.
Marvel Releases Covers For ‘Wolverine and the X-Men’ #1 and 2. This Is Better.
I know we have some legitimate Chris Bachalo haters here on OL. While I’m not a huge fan of him, I enjoy these two covers. Much, much more than the covers for relaunching Uncanny.
Hit the jump.
Then give yo thoughts. Playahs.
Sony To Stop Paying For 3D Classes. Well F**k Them And 3D Then.
Sony’s going to stop paying for 3D glasses. Fuckers. Now we may have to foot the bill. Could they be exceptional assholes but releasing everything in 3D?
Amazon’s ‘Kindle Fire’ Is Their 7-Inch Tablet. Sort of Swank.
Amazon has revealed their rumored, then confirmed behind the scenes, tablet. The Kindle Fire. Another non e-ink tablet I won’t be buying. Details? Get some.
Disease, Injury, Madness!
Programming Notes: Sup OLverse. Apologies for lack of transmissions, especially the comic book weekly. Currently underneath an avalanche of school work, teaching assistantship bullshit, and sickness. My lungs! They’re not working. My sinuses cavities, they throb.
How are you anyways? Roll call!
Get Double XP In ‘Modern Warfare 3’ From Mountain Dew and Doritos. No, Seriously.
Earlier today when commenting on the demise of the creator of Doritos, I remarked that they formed a perfect synergy with Mountain Dew. An unbreakable teflon bond that empowers the geek who smashes together the two ingredients. And in a bit of marketing genius/horror, both the products will allow you to double your XP in Modern Warfare 3.
Monday Morning Commute: Prospero’s Ripper
Every morning I take two pills so that I don’t die.
Most mornings, I whiz through the first twenty minutes of consciousness on zombie-autopilot, totally unaware of what I’m doing. I know there’s some sort of routine at work, but I don’t actually think about it.
rub sleep out of eyes.stretch.take two pills so that I don’t die.pound yogurt.shower.brush teeth.dress myself.go to work.
By the time I’m cognizant of the surrounding world, my car is pulling into the parking lot. I get out of the driver’s seat, sigh, and then submit my soul for a work day’s worth of bondage.
But some mornings, because I’ve been interrupted in the middle of a REM cycle or an act of Providence has flown my way or the Omnidimensional Creator owes me a favor, I’m aware from the moment I awake. I take the time to think about what I’m doing, and the early-morning September mists amplify every emotion. Vanilla yogurt isn’t just sustenance, it’s an Earth-shattering flavor-quake. Brushing my teeth isn’t just a part of daily hygiene, it’s a rhythmic exercise. Taking two prescription pills isn’t just a health-choice, it’s a terrifying realization.
Every morning I take two pills so I don’t die. And when I think about it, I’m so fucking thankful to still be alive. My heart’s still pumping and my mouth’s still running, and I don’t want to waste this gift. So let’s take killer rips of black coffee, headbang to metal, and high-five one another as much as possible.
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Step right up, folks! This ‘ere is the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE, OL’s weekly feature in which I show you what I’ll be doing to survive until the weekend. After I run you through my entertainment gamut, you’re to hit up the comments section and show off your own articles of awesome.
It’s digital show-and-tell at its most abject.
Pastor Weighs In On Superman’s (Lack of) Underpants In The New 52.
As much as I despise Jim Lee’s outdated swag, I’m surprisingly a fan of the new Superman outfit. Chitin armor, turtleneck, no underwear and all. Not down with the new look is Pastor Skye Jethani.
