My future is arriving, albeit slowly! You know, no jet packs yet. And you can’t gamble with cryptocurrencies, either. However! You can stay in a fucking Las Vegas hotel room currency of the wunder-moneys. That’s gotta…that’s gotta be some shade of cool. Right?
Fuck yeah! If the Ultimate universe lives, I’m glad this is the form its taking. Everyone and their dumb brother seems ruined by Galactus, leaving Miles Morales to pretty much run the fucking show. I love it. I love it!
The military. Have to hand it to them. They have pretty much the nation’s entire budget to spend, and they’re always looking for creative ways to smoke motherfuckers. One of the ways they envisioned doing such things back in the day was with real-life Iron Man suits. Forged by Disney himself.
If you haven’t been following the news: Snowpiercer is a universally acclaimed science-fiction flick. It’s been bought up by those Weinstein fucks, who are insisting on original-cut-of-Blade-Runner levels of amendments to the movie. There’s been a back and forth, with the director and we haven’t gotten the movie due to it. Here’s an international trailer (complete with synopsis ’cause…you know, trailer’s in Japanese) teasing what we’re missing.
John Carmack was a visionary back in the day. Doom. Quake. The engines for both. And for those wondrous developments he holds my eternal appreciation. However, I can’t really get up for anything he’s done in…fourteen years? So him developing the Oculus Rift is like announcing John Carpenter is making a new movie. Classic dude. Time has passed. Am I alone?
…We just need to quit wars. I mean, makes sense to me. Who the fuck knows what we’d do in the ways of weaponization the moment our Alien Overlords gave us infinite-energy crystals and sustainable thrust engines. Right? This Former Canadian Defense Minister is only spitting unvarnished truth.
Weddings full of slaughter and gloom are the new black. Just ask Robb Stark. Marvel is picking up on this new trend, and they’re hopping aboard this April.
Like OL magistrate and chief jester Caffeine Powered, 2013 was a bit of a banner year for me. Overwhelming change in my personal life — from a return to postgraduate education, to a complete re-invention of my career and life direction, to the advent of a serious, life-changing relationship — it’s been a year of serious upheaval for me, and one that I now realize deeply affected the entertainment I enjoyed.
I promise, I ain’t full of shit when I say this – what you do, and who you do it with has a huge effect on what you partake in and what you’re drawn to. My new career has me in Communications and Public Relations. It’s no coincidence then that my great fascination this year in the nerd sphere was the amazing PR landmarks and media fiascos that accompanied the console gaming space. E3 in particular was THE shitshow of 2013, a spectacularly-enjoyable ride for gamers everywhere, and one that meant so much more to me now that my mind was tuned to the Comm/PR-perspective on everything. The way a business conducts itself publicly, the way it announces its products, the way it does damage control – these things fascinate me. They rocked me. I loved every second, and this year more than any, was aware of my own consumer agency as I allowed myself to partake in the stories businesses were trying to weave and tell to their audiences.
Here’s what captured me this year:
I don’t know why, but this is the hottest cosplay I’ve seen in eons. Something about the rarity of actually seeing Leeloo cosplay that works. This shit just works. And it ain’t just because I’ve spent the day in the steam rooms staring at butts while eating Mike and Ike’s.
Just another day in my life.
It’s here! The first fucking trailer for House of Cards’ second season. Ain’t much to it. Other than watching smoking Robin Wright smoking! Yeah, I used that dumb pun in the headline! I don’t fucking careee!