#August2011
Video: New ‘Uncharted 3’ Trailer Is Hnng OMFG. Need.
There’s a new Uncharted 3 trailer. What else is there to say? I watched it over my girlfriend’s house, and she had a watch a grown-ass man-child audibly moan and paw at the screen like a confused household pet. Do need this. Now.
Hit the jump for the trailer.
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First Look: The Rock As ‘Roadblock’ In G.I. Joe 2: Ultimationators Or Whatever.
I have a serious crush on The Rock. Those biceps. The classic promos he used to cut. So I’ll see him in anything. The fact that I’m actually excited for G.I. Joe 2: Rise of the Fetching Comrades or whatever just stokes my flames. Here’s a first look at The Rock being hot and manly and awesome…and uh, Roadblock. From the set of the second Joseph flick.
Video: Borderlands 2 Teaser Trailer Creates Urge To Blow Up Virtual Objects.
I’m diggin’ on Borderlands, and the fact that I won’t have to wait very long for a sequel makes me happy in the guts. One of the perks of procrastinating and dragging feet when it comes to playing a game. Reduction of sequel-wait-misery-time. This teaser is fun, and allegedly completely in-game.
Hit the jump for the teaser.
Del Toro Says Alfonso Cuarón’s ‘Gravity’ Is ‘Insane’. Nice.
I’ve been looking forward to Alfonso Cuarón’s Gravity for a while now. Fuck, I’ve been looking forward to anything Cuarón since Children of Men. So any time there’s news regarding the science-fiction project he’s working on, my ears perk up. They doubly perk when Cuarón’s bestie Guillermo Del Toro calls the project insane and mind-blowing.
Economist Paul Krugman Suggests Watchmen-esque Alien Invasion To Save Economy.
Paul Krugman has seen the light. He realizes that the only way to rally ourselves out of our fiscal slump is for the government to fake an alien invasion. Well fuck, do you have any better ideas?
THIS WEEK ON True Blood: Spellbound
My friend is gnarling his gnarly teeth on an enormous chicken leg. I’m reclining, staring at the television and thinking about a plethora of pithy pittances. The homework I have to do. The shit I have to take. The porn I’m inevitably going to indulge in. Once or twice. Friend gnashing across flesh. Me, spinning inward into the cosmos of my own inner monologue.
On screen, what was once a Viking Lord and a Gap Toothed Horror are indulging in their thirtieth conversation of this season in which they proclaim that they want nothing but to lie in one another’s arms. They’re floating about a magical frosty fornication forest, replete with snow. As they babble, and babble, and babble, I can’t help but zone out and imagine a time when Eric wasn’t some blathering bitch. Some quivering pile of Nordic Handsomeness reduced to a babbling bonerjam, whose only purpose on the show is to give Sookie yet another cheap momentary bliss. Only to be wrenched away, causing oh the tears to flow, oh the sadness to swallow.
Breaking Bad: Shotgun
Although this terrific episode ended on a grim note with Walt’s egoism forcing him to suggest to Hank that Heisenberg isn’t dead, this is the first episode in a long time where everyone seemed to get what they want. Skyler got her car wash, slept with Walt, then invites Walt to move back in. That satisfies Skyler, Walt, and Junior. Gus gets Jesse back on track through a sly promotion. And Hank’s interest in Gale’s homicide has given him back his sense of purpose and has brought about some peace in the Schrader household.
Monday Morning Commute: By Rinaldi’s Hand!
Hey-oh! Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE — OL’s attempt to curb the blow that is the workweek! I’m going to give you the rundown on what I’ll be doing in the upcoming days to protect my soul from drudgery and malarkey. Your mission is to hit up the comments section and show off your own entertainment survival kit.
What’s in it? Movies? Music? Candy bars and porno? Let us know!
So c’mon kiddies, gather `round!
DEFEAT. 044 – Ain’t No Damn Word for It
[DEFEAT. is a coming-of-death novella. Brian Galiano lends his artistic talents to each episode. the end is nigh.]
There is no tomorrow.
There is no yesterday.
There is only now.
And forever.
Daryl Millar stood outside of the high school gymnasium, peeking in through an open door. He could see that all members of the student body were taking their seats in the bleachers. All those in attendance, anyway. As is the case with any suburban high school, a fair number of burnouts and weasels and academically-uninterested driftabouts made a habit of not attending classes on Fridays. Especially those Fridays peppered with the self-aggrandizements known as pep rallies.
With that being said, the vast majority were present for Daryl Millar’s final stand. And the burnouts and weasels and academically-uninterested driftabouts? They didn’t get too far before they heard about it.
But before this could happen, before the news could spray over the town with the vigor of a severed artery, Daryl would have to wait. For the perfect moment. Otherwise, all would be for naught. An inability to exercise patience could result in the unraveling of his plan altogether.
Which, as Daryl saw it, would be tantamount to an unraveling of the very realities he was hoping to secure.
He watched. He waited. He resisted the urge to run to his friends when he saw them taking their places. 8-Bit, assisted by Riff, hobbled and crutched his way to a seat in the front row. Daryl couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he understood. He figured that they must have met before first block. He gathered that they’d have exchanged details about their last encounters with the third party of the triumvirate.
“Told me to play guitar.”
“Told me to believe in myself.”
Hell, Daryl mused, maybe Vanessa even met with them. Maybe she took my spot during the morning meeting of the minds. Yeah, that…that would make sense. Continuity would be provided. The three of them — the rocker, the gamer, the lover — together to venture guesses. Where was I? Why wasn’t I at the locker? What would I do today? It wouldn’t matter if they left questions unanswered. As long as they came together, in my absence, to ask questions.
That’s all that matters — asking the questions. The rest will fall into place. I’m sure of it.
He couldn’t have hoped for more; Daryl watched as Vanessa entered the gymnasium. She waved farewell to the classmate with whom she had entered, spotted Riff and 8-Bit, and found a spot next to them.
They’re all here. Now, what about my enemy? The Tyrant — where is he?
Friday Brew Review – Mokah
Behold the glory that is the FRIDAY BREW REVIEW! There ain’t no damn laws against drinkin’ and writin’, so today’s edition of of FBR is coming to you just as the alcohol hits my bloodstream. Hell, if it worked for a titan like Hemingway, there’s no way it could befoul the prose of a dilettante such as myself.
Right?
