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Simon Pegg is co-writing ‘Star Trek 3.’ Yes please!
Simon Pegg is dropping his writing chops across the chest of the Enterprise. The actor, who plays Scotty (not like you didn’t fucking know this), is cowriting the third Trek flick.
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‘Star Wars’ Standalone Movie Casting: Tatiana Maslany, Rooney Mara, and Felicity Jones testing
OH GOD. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. We may get some Orphan Black in our Galaxy Far, Far Away. This is glorious.
Google contributing $1 F**KING BILLION to SpaceX
Google wants to bring SpaceX’s SATELLITE LAUNCHY-LAUNCH SPACE INTERNET TO LIFE. How do we know? Well, they just donated a fucking billion dollars to the endeavor.
‘The Force Awakens’ Non-News: Original Cast Trailer in May
YEAH BOIII! Straight to the dome with the WHITE NOISE OF STAR WARS NON-NEWS. Did you miss Rotting Flesh Monster Faced Mark Hamill in that first Force Awakens trailer? Or Princess Leia? Or Han Solo? Well, temper your tits. They’re coming this May.
Confirmed: Marvel merging the 616 and Ultimate Universes in ‘Secret Wars’
Well, smarter people than me around here have been specuating for a while that this was going to happen. Marvel is merging together it’s typical (616) universe and its Ultimate universe. The Orgy of Continuity will take place at Battleworld, and like — all parts of Battleworld are in continuity. But like, yeah, I don’t get how this is going to work coming out of Secret Wars. Whatever Universe(s) are left standing after Battelworld will coalesce into what will be considered Continuity?
Tuesday Afternoon Commute: You’re Here Until You’re Not
No one reads this, so why bother? No one posts here, so why both? No one lives forever, so why bother? And I sat in bed with a tirade stuck in my head that not even the medication could medicate out. “How can I UnBe? How can I Not? How can this loosely tethered string of characteristics that is Me stop? Where will I go? What will it feel like?” This is Tuesday afternoon’s edition of what is supposed to be Monday morning’s commute. A column that used to be a place where lovely folk would gather and share their existential happenings. But now it’s a place primarily vacant. Primarily perpetuated by habit. A fading dissociation, the entropic nature of this formerly lively website-blog-collection of-Depraves mimicking the entropic nature of it All. Nothing stays, everything ends, energy can be neither created nor destroyed but it certainly fucking disperse. This is what this anxious, rotting, jittery Meat-Bag is up to this week. Feel free to ignore me, said the Lonely Man to the Empty Hallway.
Elon Musk wants to build the Internet for space
Elon Musk ain’t just launching satellites into space to cloak the Blue Marble in the Internet. Motherfucker is thinking larger. Like building the goddamn space Internet. For Mars. And probably Europa.
Ernest Cline writing sequel to ‘Ready Player One’
I think Ready Player One is deec. It cribs some concepts from better works (IMO~ OF COURSE) and uses them to jack off to the 1980’s. Which is cool. I imagine it was even cooler to those who valorize said decade. Does the novel need a sequel? I don’t know. Will I read it? Yes.
Maybe: Two or more planets lurking in our solar system
CHALKING THIS UP TO SPECULATIVE SCIENCE. BUT SPECULATION IS FUN. AND SO IS SCIENCE. SO LET’S DOOO THISSS.
Weekend Open Bar: He’s Got A Wife And Kids!
Welcome to Weekend Open Bar. The column at the end of the Internet, and Work Week, and Conceivable Limits of Good Taste. Within these Wide Walls we saunter up to a round table at the heart of the Space-Ship. And there we unwind with musings about the weekend: what we’re eating, what we’re thinking, what we’re watching-reading-playing. Gifs and giggles and gregarious behavior.
