#January2012
84th Academy Awards Nominations Announced; Awful Picks And Jobbery
Oh shit! The Academy Awards nominations have dropped!, and OL favorite Drive has gotten jobbed. In favor of what? Shit like Extremely Loud and Overly Sentimental Drivel and others.
Hit the jump for the nominations, discuss them in the comments section.
Microsoft To Discontinue Virtual Currency? Thank F**king God.
Microsoft’s currency system sucks right now. The space bucks, as our own The Dude calls them seldom make sense and guarantee Microsoft fucks you for extra cash. Thank the Maker, the company is doing away with the virtual rupees.
New ‘Avengers’ Pics Bring Writhing Bulges and Posturing.
There’s a cavalcade of new pictures from Avengers courtesy of Empire.
Hit the jump for them.
Video: Neil deGrasse Tyson Lays Down America’s Science Decline
Neil is the man, and I’d happily listen to him talk about anything. Here’s him breaking down the decline in American science in the past thirty years.
Forget SOPA and PIPA. ACTA Is The Internet Killing Treaty
Everyone’s pretty happy that SOPA and PIPA got neck-chopped last week. High-fives! However there’s a more insidious piece of governance making its way around and if anything it’s got to be cursing that the two dead bills are no longer there to deflect attention. Meet ACTA. Acronyms are fun.
Get your own ‘GUTS’ Aggro Crag trophy for $1,500? Childhood nods yes.
One of my greatest disappointments in this life is that I never got the opportunity to dominate one of this competitive games on Nick back in the day. I was always a Double Dare man, but fuck I would have settled for GUTS. One such dominator is looking – Christ Be Still – to sell his token of accomplishment.
Blizzard Job Listing Calls For ‘Product Placement’ In Next MMO
God knows when the new Blizzard MMO is going to drop. SWTOR is all the rage these days, and WoW’s getting set to drop their next expansion. You know, Mists of Kung-Fu Panda. Meanwhile they toil on in secrecy. Sort of. An inter-soul has found a Blizzard job listing, and uncovered that it mentions product placement.
Gulp!
Monday Morning Commute: Rodrigo’s Wonder.
Rodrigo’s eyes went skyward, following the rocket as it pushed against unseen forces. Gravity. Defeatism. Self-appointed moral barometers. The seven-year-old was watching magic incarnate, and although he knew this to be the case, he couldn’t find the words to express it.
“It’s…it’s…it’s…” was all that Rodrigo exhaled when his opinion was polled.
Once the rocket had disappeared, Reggie tried to pull his kid brother towards the car. Unsuccessfully, of course. Rodrigo kept his neck craned, concentrating on the fading wisps of purple exhaust. Imagining the strange world the crew was going to explore. Contemplating how wonderful it’d be if the planet’s inhabitants actually accepted the offer.
From what the scientists said, they could be quite stubborn.
“D’ya think the aliens are going to come back with `em?” Rodrigo inquired through a gap-toothed grin.
“Well,” Reggie began, pausing to take his brother’s hand while crossing the street, “for their sake, I certainly hope so.”
“Why’s dat?”
“`Cause they’ll never get here on their own. And they’re hurtin’ for certain – more people than resources, more hatred than love. Sometimes even the brightest of rainbows can’t shine through the storm clouds. Doesn’t mean the rainbow ain’t there, jus’ needs a sweet breeze to clear out the air. Get what I’m sayin’?”
“Uh-huh,” Rodrigo mused, idly scratching his scalp. “The rocket-men are gonna go help the aliens `cause the aliens are in big-time trouble.”
“You got it, buddy.”
The seven-year-old pushed his legs into double-time to keep pace with his older brother. Other days, he’d dawdle behind. But at this moment, there was an electricity in the air and Rodrigo’s inquisitive mind was surging. So many details to consider and questions to answer.
“Hey Reggie, how long’ll it take the rocket-men to get to Earth?”
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Welcome to MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! This is the spot where I rummage through the entertainment-debris that’ll be occupying my mind during the workweek. Your task is to hit up the comments section and share what you’ll be doing to survive the 9-5 life. It’s like a show-and-tell cocktail with a nerdcore garnish.
C’mon, let’s give each other some bad ideas.
