#December2011

1969 Plan To Build Second Nuke-Proof Manhattan Below New York City. Cold War Porn!

Ah, the Cold War! Aside from all that insane amount of blood shed, useless money spent on arms development, psyche scarring, governments overthrown just because we didn’t agree with their potential socialist bent, and more, it produced some pretty cool retro-future stuff. Such as? This plan for a second Manhattan underneath New York City.

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Variant Covers: Get Friggin’ Drunk, Batman’s Black Hole Is Coming.

Glory be to you, comic book friends. It’s 10:42 on Tuesday evening as I burp this out of a chemical-coated caffeine ravaged mind, and I’m writing it with a bit of a grin. ‘Tis the season for days off and leisurely loitering as we go into a collective slumber until January 2. How are you? Not rhetorical, how you doing? Hit me. This is Variant Covers, the comics column where I talk about this week’s releases that I’m either snagging, wish I was snagging, or am curious about. Per usual drop a line on what you’re digging, I’m always looking for new hotness in my greasy mitts.

Let’s party.

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Trailer: ‘The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey’, By God The Movie Is Real.

It’s a fucking trailer for The Hobbit. What more do I need to say?

Hit the jump, watch it, drop your impressions in the comments.

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Christopher Nolan: Bane’s Voice Is Awesome, Shut The F**k Up.

Chalk me up as one of the guys and gals who couldn’t understand a fucking word out of Bane’s mouth during the IMAX prologue. Whether it was because IMAX is always bass-y or because I’ve been to too many concerts or because as the wave of criticism suggests it’s fucking  unintelligible, I couldn’t. Christopher Nolan don’t care!

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Review: Joe Danger Special Edition

I love chainsawing anthropomorphic killer insects, decapitating bandits and poking around bloody crime scenes as much as the next man, I really do. But as 2011 draws to a close, I’ve started to get all introspective about my gaming habits. I’ve drawn the grim conclusion that the stench of death and destruction hangs heavy over nearly all of my digital indulgences this year. Thank God then for Hello Games and their PSN downloadable hit Joe Danger: now spruced up and gift wrapped in a timely fashion for the 1% of XBOX 360 owners that were craving something colourful.

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Dexter Showrunner Talks About Season Finale Shocker and Show’s End Game.

The last minute or so of this season of Dexter was really the only thang I enjoyed about the entire enterprise. I’m hoping they’ll ride the shocker into a final two seasons of the show that rock my Casbah, and comments from Dexter’s showrunner have me keeping the faith. Loosely.

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Bond Producers Want Daniel Craig For Five More Flicks? Righteous.

I like me some Daniel Craig as James Bond, and I’m anticipating Skyfall like woah. So with that in mind I’m pretty excited about the news that producers of the franchise want him for five more installments.

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Video: IBM Says Mind Reading In Five Years. God No!

IBM is predicting a nascent form of mind reading allowing you to control your techo-gadgets in five years. While they’re optimistic, any sort of mind reading of my inner  monologue  is indubitably an entrance into madness.

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Sony Sued Over Their No-Sue PSN Clause. It’s Like, Meta? No. Prolly Not.

Sony dropped (like it was hot) a no-sue clause in their new PSN terms of service. Trying to protect themselves and the such, since their PSN had a bit of the rocky Spring. Being down and exposed and with its electronic genitals flailing in the wind and shit. Makes sense! However that ain’t flying with everyone, and they’re getting sued. Over their claim they can’t be sued.

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Dark Knight Rises’ Bat-Plane Thing Makes Me Lose It.

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Every time I see this in the trailer, which I’m watching ad nauseam, I start getting the friction burn from unconscious groin handling. At Barry Allen-esque speeds.