‘MAN OF STEEL’ COSTUMES REVEALED; Kneel Before Latex!
Hey friends. Have you too forgotten about Man of Steel? I don’t know if its willful repression of the fact that the post-Dark Knight Rises DC movieverse is helmed by Zack Snyder or early senility, but I keep forgetting this flick exists. Anyways, here’s some costumes from it.
Leave your thoughts in the comments box.
Preview: First Look At Jamie McKelvie’s Run On ‘DEFENDERS’
Jamie McKelvie is taking over as the artist on Defenders starting with the eight issue, and it has this chump right here excited. I haven’t indulged much in McKelvie, but what I have seen I’ve grinded up upon with a fervor.
Hit the jump for a preview of his first work.
Scientists Create SYNTHETIC SYNAPSE; The Rubicon Has Been Shit On.
There’s been a breakthrough in the development of synthetic synapses, and it’s a goddamn privilege that I even get to type that sentence. We’re flying head first into the future, folks. What is even more impressive is that soon that head is going to be cyber-nano-non-organic.
Boat Load of ‘BORDERLANDS 2’ Screens Are Dubstepacular. I Made That Word Up.
Probably way late with this, but I don’t care. I do what I want! Come at me! Take that knife in lodge it in my soul, I will devour it and proclaim myself king. Oh uh what? Yeah, Borderlands 2 screens. I can’t wait for this game.
PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN Offered Role As Plutarch Heavensbee In ‘CATCHING FIRE’
Am I being too mean when I say that despite liking him as an actor, I’ve always gotten the vibe that Philip Seymour Hoffman needs to get the fuck over himself? For that reason I can’t see him taking this role. It’s a frannnnnnnnnnnnnchise.
Monday Morning Commute: Craft Rockets, Slay Demons.
Look to the stars and tell me what you see.
Hope? Possibility? Wonder? All there, of course. But sometimes when we crank our necks and gaze starward we can’t help but see the lifeless shells of our gods drifting about. The carcasses of once-beloved titans, now mere space debris. Inanimate. No longer fighting for us.
What’s worse is that upon being vacated, the cadavers of our deities fall prey to the very demons they’d hoped to battle into eternity. What these obsidian antagonists lack in strength they make up for with immortality. And tenacity. As such, they wait until their enemies have been felled by by the uncaring sword of Providence and then ravage the remains.
Apathy. Complacency. Pessimism. But three members of the nefarious tribe known as Cosmic Demons.
So what’re we to do? How can we help preserve the splendor of the night sky as dusk descends and the stars come out? Well, I’ll let you in on a secret. The truth is that those giant forms vulnerably swimming across our telescopic paths only look like god-corpses. But in actuality, they are vehicles just waiting to be piloted again. Hell, we can even set up shop and inhabit them for the rest of our days! We don’t have to mistake the idol for the idea!
Become the gods you praise. Take a stand against galactic gluttony. Slay demons with creativity.
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Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE!
I’m going to take you through all the ways I’ll be slaying ennui-demons on my quest for the weekend! After checking out my conquests, hit up the comments sections and detail your own!
Grab your battle-axe and get in the rocketship!
Get Your Ass to Mars: The Mars One Project
If you’re anything like me, you’ve contemplated leaving the planet forever rather than deal with 90% of the mouth breathing mall zombies we happen to share this rock with. When you realize that you’re stuck here, you then begin to wonder how easy it would be just to blow the whole damn place up. Well fret no longer because Mars One is coming up with a solution. Hit the jump for some info and your orientation.
‘DEAD SPACE 3’ Has Had Its Soul F**king Ripped Out By EA And Visceral Games
Electronic Arts and Visceral Games confirmed this week at E3 the inevitable. After weeks of speculation and rolling confirmation they acknowledged what we had already seen, the bloated cyst hanging off of the tits of the previously remarkable Dead Space series. The cyst is a predominant one, flaring up in magnificent lumps across many a franchise I have come to behold. You can call it multiplayer. It is blight across this generation, as company after company double-fist outstanding single-player games. Red faced and drunk for profits, their ten knuckles dig deep into the game’s previously welcoming sphincter.
Butt play is fun, fingering around with little changes. Exploding a game’s design in the search of the almighty dollar with hungry hands is not.
