#March2011
Titan Has Methane Rainstorms and Floods. Awesome.
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Titan, Saturn’s largest moon has itself a very Earthlike geography. Sure, it’s poisonous as all fuck, but it’s got methane lakes, sand dunes, and a thick atmosphere. As well, Astronomical Wizards believe the son of a bitch has seasonal rainstorms and flooding to boot.
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D.J. Caruso Talks ‘Preacher’, Shia LaBeouf Interested.
D.J. Caruso is directing Preacher. His previous works include stints on The Shield. Awesome. Disturbia. I liked it, I know fuck me. Eagle eye. Never saw it. And most recently, I Am Number Four. During the international press tour for I Am Number Four, he’s begun discussing this upcoming project. Most intriguing is the comment that Shia LaBeouf is interested in being in the Preacher movie, and dammit in a role that might just work.
Saturn’s Moon Enceladus Is A Sexy Ball Of Ice.
Darren Aronofsky No Longer Directing ‘The Wolverine.’
Darren Aronofsky has dropped out of the director’s chair for The Wolverine. In the blink of an eye, one of my more anticipated superhero movies has transformed into a movie I couldn’t give less of a fuck about.
The Riddler Is All Up In Batman: Arkham City.
The Riddler isn’t just some sidegame in Arkham City like he was in the first Batman game by Rocksteady Studios. No sir. According to Destructoid, The Riddler won’t be “just be taunting Batman this time around, but would have a physical presence in the world of Arkham City.”
Outstanding.
Hit the jump for a few new images of Mr. Nygma and Bats.
Zack Snyder’s ‘Superman’ To Be Clean Reboot.
There’s been some ambiguity when it comes to reboots lately. Marc Webb’s Spider-Man is sort of one, maybe. The just announced David Slade-helmed Daredevil isn’t one. Or maybe it is. There’s one flick that is no longer in question, and that is Zack Snyder’s Superman. This son of a bitch is a clean reboot. Thank the Maker.
Baby Star Pukes Cosmic Matter! Get A Bib, Yo.
Human babies seem like centers of mess, despair, and occasional beauty. For me, baby stars are considerably more beautiful, though it appears that their fucking effects cause much more of a cosmic mess. With them vomiting cosmic goop and shit everywhere. There’s probably someone who can explain it better than me.
New Photos From ‘Thor’ And “Captain America’ Movies. Sif Is Pretty.
Here’s some images for those hankering for more promotional materials from the Thor and Captain America movies. There’s one Cap picture among a smattering of Thor pictures. What stands out the most to me is how pretty Sif is, wearing the visage of Jaimie Alexander.
Hit the jump for the photos.
Photo From Ron Moore’s 17th Precinct Is A BSG Nostalgia Bomb.
Check out this photo from Ron Moore’s next show, 17th Precinct. Hell yeah, Baltar, Lee, and Six are in it.
DEFEAT. 025 – Golden Years
[DEFEAT. is Rendar Frankenstein’s truest attempt at fiction. Presented in weekly episodes, the novella tells the tale of Daryl Millar – a hero who dies at the intersection of pop culture, science-fiction, war epic, and fantasy]
“So you really don’t think that the newest one is any good?”
“Listen, I didn’t say it’s not good!”
“Well, you kinda did when–”
“Damn it, 8-Bit! You always do this! You take something I say and then you spin it so that the meaning is completely different!” Riff was exasperated, partly because his friend was busting his balls and partly because he had failed to adequately express himself.
8-Bit removed his glasses, inspecting the lenses for grime. He held them up to GameWorld’s neon sign, which shone brighter than ever against the black night sky. It’s a strange thought — the clearest messages appear when the least number of people are around to receive them. Doesn’t matter, though. Most people don’t even heed the warnings they actually pick up on. But then again, there’s always one or two that do.
The nine brilliant letters cut their way through the blackness, helping the nerd clean his spectacles. Even as they got smaller during the walk home, the characters of GameWorld’s sign would forever read like a beacon of comfort to 8-Bit.
With vision regained, the dialogue continued. “Ok, let me get this straight. You said, and I quote, ‘Why the fuck would they use synthesizers? The damn things ruin the album!’ What was I supposed to take from that?”
Riff paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to undermine his friend’s well-crafted strategy. “Well…Are you sure I said that?”
“I’m positive.”
“I don’t know. It’d been about an hour since you had to feed the BurgerTime machine a quarter, and I’m not sure your attention was completely dedicated to my musical analysis.” Riff knew his argument was nothing other than a bluff.
8-Bit turned around, looking back the sign that was now a mere neon blur. He had spent the better part of the evening at the arcade and would still be there now had the manager not politely asked him to “Get the fuck outta here kid! I know you’ll be back tomorrow! The machines ain’t going nowhere!” 8-Bit couldn’t fend off Riff’s argument; after all, he had slipped into a state of nirvana, a period ensconced in tranquility, while gaming.
Levelheaded, he offered his counterpart the benefit of the doubt, “All right, maybe I misheard you. What did you say?”
Riff scrambled. “Well, what I had said was that I’m not sure exactly how I feel about the synthesizers in Somewhere in Time. I mean, the record’s been out for almost a month and I still don’t know just how much I like it. Which is fucked up, because it’s Iron Maiden!”
