I’m digging this console war. PS4 versus XB1 versus my wallet versus Godzilla versus Jizz-Covered Parking Lot Wanderers. It’s the greatest battle of the generation. And so while PS4 is outselling XB1 at the moment, both are selling pretty fucking well.
Damian Wayne! Motherfucker was dope as fuck, slapping around foes with Daddy, and flaunting his superior genes. Then they killed his ass off. However, it looks like he is going to be coming back from the grave. Like every other comic character. Ever.
I say goddamn, it’s been a busy week for me. But I’m back. How the fuck are you folks doing?
I recently rewatched one of my favorite movies. Then I realized that this particular movie was so similar to another movie, that one could basically be a remake of the other. Lets investigate shall we? We have a group of five young people, all selected for a purpose, and guided by some authority or agency that they cannot fight against to participate in a ritual that, given a conscious choice, they would not take part in. It is only through subtle manipulation of their every action that they inevitable cause the destruction of the world. The movie I am describing is of course the classic 80’s hit, The Breakfast club. The remake? Cabin in the Woods. Hit the jump and follow me down the rabbit hole.
Fucking killer, man. The first Earth-sized planet has been found in a star’s habitable-zone g-spot. Pack your fucking bags, man. Time to get off this rock. I’ll grab the Milwaukee’s Best, you conquer the transportation method. Fair deal?
Here we be! Some “leaked” “maybe” pictures of Amazon’s upcoming 3D smartphone. I’m willing to stake my J-Law puppet collection on them being legit, though.
Pinch my tits and call me an infidel! Another busy-as-fuck Monday, another complete lack of updates. But nary a worry is warranted, friends. Carry your trough up to the table and I’ll fill your little receptacle with the bullshit that got marked “saved for later” today, and the “later” never came.
Including! Agent Carter, those Comcast fuckers, Grant Morrison, the wonderful Police State, and more!
Come one, come all!
Step right up to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! This is the carny freakshow extraordinaire, spectacular spectacle for all of us disposable zeroes who’ve climbed aboard Spaceship OL. What’re we doin’ here? Well, we’re goin’ to show off the various ways we’ll entertain ourselves throughout the course of the workweek.
`Cause without music and movies and television and comics and action figures and greasy burgers, what’s the goddamn point?
Let’s do this!
Here’s something that happened. Some power-gaming quasi-lord just broke the record for longest consecutive run on one quarter. 85 fucking hours. I can’t relate to doing anything for so long, or for even wanting to. But I can still tip my cap.
SPACE LETTUCE, mofuckahs. The time is now, now, now. NASA’s Greens In The Black Expanse of Oblivion project is almost ready to bare…veggies. In space, no one can hear your kids scream about getting veggies! Other dumb intro sentences!