Man, fuck. There aren’t many times lately when I wish I was attending SDCC. The entire apparatus has grown wildly out of control, mutating into a bloated pop culture hype machine. That said, watch in amusement at how quickly I contradict myself, since I really wish I was going this year to snag these gorgeous Mondo posters for Castlevania and Contra. Or, I suppose, attempt to snag them, given how quickly exclusives sell out.
Rip and tear your bank account, amirite? Still though, would be fun to own these fucking cultural artifacts. If you count simple floppies owned by a game’s creator as cultural artifacts. (I think I do?)
I’ve probably mailed like, three things in my life. A testament not only to my incredible juvenility, but also the decline of you know, physical letters. But! If I lived in Japan, and I had to mail shit, I would be all over this.
If Apple buys Disney, our culture would be consolidated to such a degree, if it isn’t already, that I’ll probably begin removing my teeth fillings and building my cabin in the woods.
Seeing Mario run around vaguely realistic humans in Super Mario Odyssey was already a nightmare. So, why not double down and imagine this ill-fitting juxtaposition in Grand Theft Auto 4? There is no reason, I say! No reason!
KFC has some new technology that is ready to suggests orders to you. Based on your face. Hey, makes sense. I’m always hungry for some Deep Fried Sadness and Flatulence-Caked Mashed Potatoes.
Jesus Christ. The All-Seeing-Eye is open us. The consolidation of all culture. The homogenization of All Things. Another Leviathan has been born, mutated, grown even larger.