#February2012

THIS WEEK ON Justified: When the Guns Come Out

Tanner Blows

Stop me if you’ve heard this one.   Two hookers try to get oxy from a crooked doctor.   The doctor only wants to part with a little, so the hookers try to use his “little part” to get a bigger share.   Then, out of the blue Tanner pops in a kills all but one of the hookers.   I know, the joke starts out strong but falls apart during the punch line.   However, this shit is Justified, where we can always go for quality stories.

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‘Spartacus’ Star Jai Courtney Is John McClane’s Son In ‘A Good Day To Die Hard’. I See.

Oh shit! I totally forgot that there’s a new Die Hard in the works. Well, there is, and John McClane’s son has finally been cast. It isn’t Aaron Paul. Bummer time.

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Brandon Graham To Write AND Draw Prophet #26. Post-Apoc Bulge.

Prophet #21  was awesome. Prophet #22  comes out today. A bit further down the line,  Prophet #26  will not just be written by Brandon Graham. Oh no! Oh no no no. It’s also going to be drawn by the magnificent bastard.

Hit the jump for his cover.

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Malaysia Has An ‘Elder Scrolls’ Night Club. You Win, Guys. You Win.

Someone (don’t) alert the Copyright Ninjas. There’s a night club in Malaysia that is totally riffing on the Elder Scrolls logo.

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Sony Santa Monica Helping With ‘The Last Guardian’, Excitement Draining.

The Last Guardian. I’ve sweated the game for a while. Wanted it. Needed it. Then  Fumito Ueda left Sony and all of a sudden I began to despair. It wasn’t clear how this would affect the game’s progress. Now there’s news that other branches of Sony are being brought in to work on the game, and my asshole is puckering.

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Trailer: ‘Borderlands 2’ Promises To Rip My Tits Raw With Awesome.

This trailer makes my jizz squirt hot love gaming jizz. Almost got *too* fucking pumped and had to close the trailer before my brain-stem began seizing.

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Printer Can Print Human Tissue For Drug Testing. No Words. No. Words.

A wizardlicious start-up named  Organovo uses a 3D printer to blow your fucking mind. More specifically, with less vulgarity: they use a 3D printer to build a variety of human tissue types. Just go reread that sentence.

Then hit the jump.

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THIS WEEK ON Eastbound & Down – Chapter 14

[Caff Note: Give a cordial welcome to new OL contributor Sneaky Pete.]

The magic behind HBO’s Eastbound & Down is the dark authentic grittiness in which an idealistic plot is laid out early on each season, and the sadistically twisted corruption of that ideal as the season unfolds. In some primordial way, it reminds us of the daily incertitude of our own insignificant existence. All this dark meat is surrounded by a sesame seed bun of high-brow intellectual wit and low-brow slapstickery, making its esoteric depth quite palatable to the masses.

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Google Releasing Augmented Reality Glasses. Futurism ++

Ain’t this a real tickle to my futurism taint. Google is going to release augmented reality glasses. They aren’t the contacts/retinal implants I’m clamoring for, but they’re a start.

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Momma Omega Creates The “Turducken Of Baked Goods”

A couple of weeks ago, Rendar and I saw Marc Maron do a live recording of his podcast. As those who worship the crabby but hilarious son of a bitch know, his fans often bring him baked goods. At the show we attended he was given the “turducken of baked goods”, a concoction that shook Olympus itself. What the fuck was it? It was none other than oreos, wrapped in cookie dough batter, baked in brownie mix. At that moment, the Fat Kid in me knew I had to have it. For weeks at the Omega Dinner Table, Rendar and I would mention what a glory it would be to consume such a genuine piece of Fat Ass America. This week though, our own Momma Omega laid it down. She was going to create this Slight on God.

It was wonderful. Upon biting in I proclaimed, “I feel like a piece of shit!” It didn’t stop me though. It was truth made carbohydrate.