#May2013

Cosplay: STEAMPUNK LADY IRON MAN. Iron Lass?

Steampunk Lady Iron Man.

More cosplay? Why the fuck not. It is Iron Man 3 day, after all.

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Saturn’s Enceladus is MOONING us beautifully. Get it? (I hate myself.)

Enceladus.

Hey, it’s a gorgeous shot of Saturn’s sixth largest moon! Wee!

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AVENGERS 2: SCARLET WITCH and QUICKSILVER CONFIRMED. Marvel(ous) Incest?!

Scarlet Witch.

C’mon. After Game of Thrones, incest is Hollywood’s New Black. So what makes more sense than Joss Whedon introducing these two characters in Avengers, only to have them bang it out? Cosmic threat indeed! I don’t know. It’s Friday. Leave me alone.

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SLAYER GUITARIST Jeff Hanneman has passed away. Eternity gains a new shredder.

Jeff Hanneman.

One of the minds behind songs that had my dong fiercely swinging in tandem with my banging of head throughout my teenage years has passed away. Slayer guitarist Jeff Hanneman has died due to liver failure, assuredly giving the Devil a rather nasty friend to shred along with. (That’s supposed to be a positive comment, don’t get your knickers in a twist.)

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Cosplay: LADY NIGHTWING is unfair to my glands.

OH SWEET LORD.

This Nightwing cosplay isn’t playing fair. It has tapped into all of my goo-glands directly.

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Opinions Vary: CRAP YOUR PANTS, YOU’RE ONLY HUMAN.

GO AHEAD CRAP YOUR PANTS.

This is the cold hard truth. Or should I say the squishy warm truth. At least once in our lives, we have filled our pants with brown yuck-yuck. Whether we are younglings, freshly emerged from our mother’s labia, or we are old as shit incontinent motherfuckers. At some point we have crapped our pants. Desperate waste has slithered down our legs, compiling itself into pile of reminder. A reminder of our body’s pathetic inefficiency.

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DELICIOUS: AMERICAN COLONISTS resorted to CANNIBALISM.

ALIVE.

I had no idea that this was a theory even in play, but apparently people have suspected for a while that those crazy kids at Jamestown ate each other. Ooph! Now there are some seriously trying conditions. Sound ludicrous? Not to me it doesn’t! And now there is some new info-finding-stuff to support this theory.

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‘CALL OF DUTY: GHOSTS’ TEASER: Shit Ball Live Action Nonsense!

Call of Duty - Ghosts.

What do you know. Another year, another Call of Duty. Here is a shit-ball trailer for the latest one to grace our Thanksgiving season.

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Source: MICROSOFT SIX MONTHS behind where they want to be with NEXT XBOX. Duruhroh!

SMASH.

Some people around these parts are going to lube themselves with this news and just start straight-up punishing their pink bits. (Yes Neo, I’m looking at you.) Word has come out that Microsoft isn’t nearly where they want to be in the development of the Durascal 720-Kinect 2 Leviathan, to the tune of six months.

Hit the jump for the cuts, then let me know what you think.

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THIS WEEK on Game of Thrones: “Kissed By Fire”

Beric Dondarrion.

Game of Thrones has been kissed by fire in Season 3 – ratings are at a series high, and it’s easy to see why. The escalation all year has been almost out of control – new characters almost every week, new fantasy elements (to some viewers’ dismay), and new plots that aren’t in line with expectations.

The fifth episode’s title, “Kissed By Fire” is culled from a quote from red-headed wildling Ygritte, in reference to the boy that deflowered her. Red on red, as it were.

It’s a phrase very easily applied to half of Westeros, as well. The country is ravaged by war, farmlands are on fire, the religion of the Lord of Light and its affinity with fire are slowly creeping into all parts of the land, and Dany and her dragons have charred a city, and are marching to another.

And then there’s Beric Dondarrion.

This fool has had less than ten minutes of screen time and already reach maximum swagger allotment. It may have something to do with his pocket priest, Thoros of Myr – a red priest, not unlike Melisandre, Westeros’s resident shadow baby factory.

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