#June2011
‘Games of Thrones’ Theme Gets 8-Bit Style Remix.
The theme to Game of Thrones is one colossally awesome affair. Some enterprising lads or ladettes, or both, have taken said theme and given it an 8-bit wash. Now my favorite geeky fantasy TV show can sound like a throwback to the RPGs I played to the point of obesity and perma-virginity.
Hit the jump to check it out.
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Japanese Scientists Synthesize Steak From Feces. No, Really.
This is a bit late, but we swagger during the weekends here at OL. Japanese scientists have synthesized steak out of shit. Yeah, shit. Not
Mercury Goes Wunder-Rainbow In New Picture.
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One of the dopest things going on in the Space-Wunder-Cosmos is the use of our various means of photography to snag pictures of celestial beasts. MESSENGER has made 100 orbits around Mercury, snapping all sorts of picture. None of them are as colorful and snazzy-a-riffic as this latest one.
Face of a Franchise: Hero 1999!
[face of a franchise presents individuals that’ve fulfilled the same role. your task — choose the champion and defend your choice in the rancor pit that is the comments section]
It took seventeen years for Prince’s prophecy to be refuted, but when 1999 hit there was plenty to party about. For one thing, the Internet was finally delivering porno at a rate that could compete with that of our constantly evolving fetishes. And mercifully, Disney’s Doug was slaughtered after besmirching the brand that had flourished for years on Nickelodeon.
But most worthy of celebration was 1999’s slew of cinematic masterpieces.
‘Harry Potter’ and ‘Green Lantern’ Sales Favor 2D Over 3D. Praise Deities.
The Green Lantern sucks. The good news is that even the people making the mistake and seeing the movie are doing so in 2D. And the Harry Potter peoples, who are awash with glee over the final installment and buying advance tickets? Also getting those tickets primarily in 2D.
Thank goodness.
Green Lantern: Brown Bag of Dog Crap.
I saw Green Lantern last night. It’s a bad movie. Like, real bad. I hold the unfortunate culpability of dragging along my girlfriend and another couple to the theater, and costing them hard earned bucks. Despite what you may think, I at even mid-week I still held out hope that this movie would be passable. To the point of inviting other people alone. By Friday afternoon I knew that I was in fact an asshole. By Friday evening after the movie I felt a certain sense of guilty.
This movie fucking stunk. This shit stank with the power of a thousand dog craps baked in the muggy Boston air.
For those of you who intelligently pointed out a while ago that it was going to suck, I tip my cap. Should have listened.
Friday Brew Review – Vanilla Porter
I enjoy drinking beer on Fridays – at this point in my life, it’s a well established ritual, a means of slinking into a couple days’ rest.
I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I done-drank one too many. It happens. Not often, but I know that the possibility exists. I just get too excited by the warm fuzzy feelings that arise when slurping on deliciousness. And then I’m cooked.
But sometimes after a particularly arduous week, when I find myself drained by work or just the world at large, all I want is a good beer. One. A single beverage that will quench not only my thirst but my existential misgivings, my doubts about the blessing that is life. Fortunately, as the ancestral blood of maritime carpenters runs through my veins, a tasty brew is often enough to assuage even my most ostensibly unshakable qualms about reality.
Vanilla Porter is one such brew.
‘Dexter’ Season Six Teaser Spot and Details, Whoop Whoop.
Showtime has released a teaser for the sixth season of Dexter, as well as some plot details.
Hit the jump to check it out, as well as indulge in some specifics.
DEFEAT. 037 – Stranger Aeons
[DEFEAT. is Rendar Frankenstein’s unabashed love song to the very things that’ve kept him alive – sci-fi, heavy metal, fantasy, war epics, and pop culture. Accompanied by original art by B. Galiano, each weekly episode continues the tale of Daryl Millar – a hero guaranteed to die upon the novella’s conclusion. All are welcome, but nerds are encouraged]
[cue soundtrack]
Cliff stood outside of the bus for an additional moment. His cohorts, having already boarded and begun drinking, urged him onto the mammoth transport. But there was an electricity in the air that made him want to linger. An elusive vapor swam about and Cliff wanted nothing more than to breathe it in forever.
But alas, he had to heed his friends’ calls. After all, it was a long ride to Copenhagen and the sooner they got into the bus the sooner they could get out of it. The partying — the booze, the drugs, the women — it was all a well-designed escape. While many fantasize about touring the world, sharing their art, they don’t consider the means of transportation. Too many people, cramped into too small a space, traveling too far.
Far from ideal and even further from comfortable.
But it was worth it. Every single second of struggle, every instance in which discomfort and uneasiness reigned supreme, the countless arguments and tiffs, all the nonsense was erased from existence on a nightly basis. Walking onto the stage. Hearing the intro tape. Feeling the crowd surge as they waited for lights to hit. And then performing — this eradicated the very molecules of personal turbulence.
It was the goddamn dream – living to express ideas, bearing one’s soul to others, knowing that your perspective is appreciated.
As Cliff climbed into the bus he was nearly knocked backward by the stench of alcohol. The refreshing late September air had been fully expelled and was now replaced with the fumes of Jägermeister and Absolut. Hell, if he weren’t such a trusting man, Cliff would’ve sworn that even the bus driver reeked of booze.
On most evenings the musician wouldn’t have so much as batted an eye, chalking up the bath of ethanol-cologne as another perk of being on tour. But now he couldn’t help but feel overpowered by surreality. It was as though he was beginning to transition into something greater, floating above his body and perceiving the scene from an entirely new angle.
An angle not of the first four dimensions.
Press Start!: Fat Boys and Female Gamers.
We’ve got that post-E3 swerve going on, don’t we? This is Press Start!, the weekly gaming column. Being broadcasted out of my brainstem into a document, onto the satellite-netter-webs conduits for your unpleasant consumption.
What caught your eyes in the world of gaming this week? I am a free-flowing cavalcade of non-sense. My interests may not reflect your own. Hit me with your own list or findings or nuggets of glorious gleaming gaming developments.
