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THE GANG OMEGA’S PICKS OF 2012: R.C.’s Worst Apocalypse Ever Edition
Remember me? No? Okay. I really don’t have a good excuse for my extended absence other than I have the attention span of a gnat.
Anyway, I was at work the other day, doing my thang, when one of my coworkers commented on the fact that the world was going to end the following Friday. Laughing, I told him to shut the fuck up, because the world was supposed to end in December. He gave me a look, one of those ‘you are too stupid to live’ looks, and said, “It is December, R.C.”
When the serious fuck did that happen.
But then the apocalypse didn’t happen and now I have all these awesome end of the world-related one-liners that will go forever unused. Such a shame.
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RC’s 12 Simple Rules to Follow for a Successful Interstellar Mission [spoilers for Prometheus]
Before I went to see Prometheus last night, I spent the week watching every space mission movie I owned. So, after a while, I began wondering why these missions are populated with the stupidest people alive, because as soon as these idiots step off their craft, compound, whatever, common sense seems to fuck off to destinations unknown. And after this marathon culminated with Prometheus, I began compiling a list of rules, simple enough for these morons to follow, to ensure a safe mission and hopefully cut down on casualties.
Planning to take a trip to some uncharted planet? Print these out and keep them with you.
The Avengers Receipts, or how much does it cost to destroy NYC? (Answer: $160 billion)
Remember that time Loki broke Manhattan? I do, because I watched his fine ass do it in glorious digital 2D (fuck 3D). But whether it be Loki, Doc Oc, the aliens from Independence Day, or whoever the villain was for the Fantastic Four movies (I’ve pretty much blocked them out, so it’s all very hazy), no one ever really thinks about the damages.
So, how much would it cost to beat the shit out of the Big Apple?
The BAFTA Awards for Television nominees are announced. This post is mostly about Benedict Cumberbatch.
Ah yes, the BAFTA (British Academy of Film and Television Arts) Awards for Television are coming up. For those of us who are complete and total anglophiles, the list of nominees dropped today, much to my delight and suspicion. Why suspicion? Well, since 2005, I’ve a vested interest in the classier cousin of our Emmy.
You see, Benedict Cumberbatch was nominated for a BAFTA for Hawking in 2005. And lost. Try and imagine senior-in-high-school me flipping tables and ripping pages out of library books in my rage. I didn’t actually do any of that, but I seriously considered it. Surely, I thought to myself, they won’t make that mistake again. His next nomination was for Small Island, for Best Supporting Actor. And he lost. His next was for Sherlock. And he lost. His next was for film, for Best Supporting Actor in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. And he lost. If he loses this time, you’ll probably end up seeing my lovely face on TV. On the 11 o’clock news. When I’m in a bell tower surrounded by a lot of guns and ammo.
For the list of nominations, hit the jump!
Happy Birthday, Hubble Telescope! You have made my life very awesome.
The first image taken with NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope’s Wide Field Camera in 1990 to assist in focusing the telescope. The region shown is NGC 3532 in the constellation Carina. The photo was taken by Dr. Eric Persson. It was the start of something epic.
The Hubble telescope was launched April 24, 1990. It’s 22 years old today, the same age as my younger sister. Only difference is, I wouldn’t punch the Hubble.
Space Firm To Make Big Announcement. Somewhere in his lair, Michael Bay just coughed up blood and doesn’t know why.
The interwebs are all a-twitter (no pun intended… except it was totally intended) with excitement and speculation after a new company called Planetary Resources dropped a press release about an upcoming space venture that will ensure humanity’s continuing prosperity. They’re backed by a whole mess of people with deep pockets — Google and James Cameron, to name a few — and are going to lay down their proposal on April 24th.
Now, the press release itself is incredibly vague, and I’m guessing that was deliberate, but what can you expect from people who worked for the organization that told us Pluto was a planet and then went “Our bad. Might want to start thinking about some new mnemonic devices.”
Hit the jump to read the press release.
New viral video for PROMETHEUS’s David drops. I just tumbled head-first into the uncanny valley.
Holy shit. I don’t even know. I watched this video three times, and by the second time I was ready to destroy every single electronic device I own. There’ve been plenty of these Weyland Industries “commercials” floating around but this is definitely the first one that’s creeped me the fuck out. Michael Fassbender, you are truly a terrifying man-shark-actor. I mean, your acting is choice and your portrayal of an android is top notch, but I also want to kill you with fire.
Hit the jump to say DIE HELLBEAST Happy Birthday, David!
New AVENGERS clip: Loki vs Fury in a no holds barred… snark fight.
Do you know how excited I am for the Avengers movie? No? Well, I’m pretty fucking excited. Not as excited as I am for Prometheus or The Dark Knight Rises — I mean, I haven’t taken a day off from work months in advance for the midnight showing, but the excitement level is damn high.
Yesterday, a new clip from the film dropped where basically one bad ass snipes at another bad ass. It’s pretty awesome. Also, Tom Hiddleston, I decided over the weekend that I find you attractive. It was watching the interview you did in which you sang all the words to Will Smith’s “Miami” that clinched it. So…. yeah, good job.
Anyway, hit the jump to watch the clip.
An Alzheimer’s patient hears the songs of his era and comes alive. Music is a hell of a drug.
This is a bit of a departure from the usual tripe we throw around on OL, so pardon the sentimentality I’m rocking this morning. I drove by the ocean at sunrise and the super villain in my black, black heart died a little, and then I came back to find this on my Facebook newsfeed. Haven’t had your morning cry yet? Hit the jump and, as some walking tree once said, RELEASE THE RIVER.
Is “The Hunger Games” the future of writing? I sincerely hope not.
Okay, before I’m set upon by rabid Hunger Games fans dressed in tribute uniforms brandishing axes and knives, let me clarify: we’re talking writing style, not content. I personally didn’t care for Suzanne Collins’ writing style; I get why she wrote the story the way she did, but it did nothing for me. I didn’t finish the first one and I have no desire to read the other two (blasphemy, I know). I tried, but I grew very bored very quickly. Sparse writing like Collins’, in my opinion, is more suited for shorter works.
But some author I’ve never fucking heard of has weighed in and believes this stark, short, quick-punch style is the future of literature for the internet generation. The English major in me is weeping and flipping tables by turns.
