Dude. Dudette. I don’t know about you, but the only thing more awesomer than shelling out fucking awful amounts of money to see a movie in 3D is to shell out even fucking more money to see the movie in totally gorgeous, totally cool, totally going to get you poon-butt-whatever-you-dig action custom glasses.
Check out the glowing glory that is the Helix Nebula. The sexy son of a bitch is an insight into what’s going to happen when the Sun goes all dead and shit, and I have to find a new solar system to fly around in my Millenium Falcon.
In Malaysia, Superman’s red briefs are doubling as a means of enlarging someone’s Hogwarts. Magnets. Red underwear. What could go wrong.
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Step right up folks, no need to be shy! Thissere’s the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE, Omega-Level’s weekly session of pop culture show-and-tell! I’m going to show off the various entertainment-runes I’ll be using to ward off the workweek-trolls, and then you can hit up the comments section and display your own wares.
It’s a goddamn breeding ground for all ideas nerdcore.
This week it looks like I’m finally paying tribute to those wonders to which I’ve been negligent. Enough is enough, I owe it to myself to experience the rockin’ tunes and fantastic episodes and whimsical passages that’ve eluded me. Time to map out this week’s mind-commutes!
Let’s do this!
I didn’t really expect a sequel to last year’s X-Men: First Class. I don’t recall it making much money, and there’s only been murmurings since. Goes to show you what I know! Which, as you probably surmised a long time ago, is nothing! Jack shit. There is indeedly going to be a sequel poppin’, and Matty Vaughn shall be helming the ship once more.
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Motherfuckers at Apple don’t fool around. How serious are they!, Caff?! Well, they are so serious they’ll put new employees on fake projects just to gauge if they’re trustworthy. That serious!
There doesn’t appear to be a male birth control pill on the horizon yet, but there may be a way for us to take contraception into our own hands. Or testicles. Or something. Soundwaves. That’s right. Gentlemen, prepare to have your orbs walloped with some high-frequency chatter.
It was like last week when Matthew Broderick teased some sort of Ferris remake-sequel-time-thing, and now what we know what he was dribbling in front of us: a Honda-powered remake of the classic movie for a Super Bowl ad. ‘Cause it’s not like Broderick has anything to do outside of filing the calluouses on SJP’s knuckles.
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A little bit of the old Retro-Future to start your week off. Winston Churchill was a beefy old bastard who wasn’t supposed to fly above 5,000 feet. Given that the motherfucker had to, you know, fly a lot, how’d they get around this little mortality bit? Boom! Life pod in action.
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