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PlayStation 2 games have launched on PlayStation 4; but you have to futzing pay for them
C’mon, Sony. C’mon! Microsoft is dropping backwards compatibility on the XB1, and you have responded with this half-assed nonsense. Whereas Microsoft is allowing you to play (granted, last generation’s) old XBOX games on your new rig, you’re charging us to play PS2 games on the PS4 that we already own. If there are technical reasons (asides from, “hey, we spiffed them up!”), I understand it. But if it’s just raw capitalism (and listen, I get it), you’re beginning to stink like the arrogance MicroKing of last generation who squeezed every last 360-Dollar out of my bank account.
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Watch: ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ Screen Test has Chris Pratt cracking up Dave Bautista
Marvel has dropped a Guardians of the Galaxy screen test, featuring the eventual Star-Lord and Drax. The two of them riff pretty well, with Pratt still looking a bit Andy Dwyer (god bless, rest in peace), and Bautista looking…smaller? Or at least grayer.
‘Rez Infinite’ Trailer: Coming to PlayStation VR and PS4
Oh man, Sony not playing fair. They know I ain’t buying no sort of PlayStation VR, or at least I’m holding out. So how do they tempt me? Throw Rez up in them offerings. The idea of being fully immersed in Rez‘s world is so tempting. Fuck. They fucked up though, offering it for PlayStation 4, as well. I can do it. I can hold out.
Filmmaker Ryan Coogler (Creed, Fruitvale Station) directing Marvel’s Black Panther movie
Ah! This is a legit free agent signing for Marvel. The Studio has snagged the director of the wonderful Creed and the powerful Fruitvale Station, Ryan Coogler, to helm their Black Panther movie. Tremendous move. It’s not “official” yet, but goddamn is it ever looking close.
Weekend Open Bar: We Are What We Pretend To Be
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be, friends. But let me tell you, I’m not futzing pretending to be excited for this Weekend. I am bonafide stoked it’s Friday. What a goddamn week. Coming back to campus and attempting to teach classes after Thanksgiving Break is like attempting to stand in the fifth round of a fight against in-his-prime Anderson Silva.
For the students, and myself.
Eyes glazed. Lethargic. The world spinning. Not really sure how we’ve gotten this far and not sure how we’re going to make it to the final bell.
After today, I got one more week of classes to go. However, the idea of that one last week stresses me the futz out. But I’ve got the weekend. And so we have the Weekend Open Bar. Pull up a stool, friends. Let us hang out for the next two days. Share what we’re going to do be doing during this liminal state – both after and before grinding away our existence.
