Cosplay: Alexstrasza From WoW Makes Me…Feel Things.
[Via | Cosplayed by chipie2485]
I don’t know the lore behind Alexsomethingsuck, as I didn’t play the Warcraft games and my life in WoW (especially in raids) was “OKAY WHEN CAN I SHOOT SOMETHING?!”, but this picture. It’s doing things to the loins.
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James Stokoe’s ‘GODZILLA: HALF-CENTURY WAR’ Announced By IDW. I Can’t F**king Wait.
Here at OL we’re pretty, pretty, pretty fucking jazzed on James Stokoe. The dude’s comic Orc Stain is unadulterated talent ripping through the veins and capsules of the comic page. The level of energy and detail on every page literally makes my taint sing. I’m serious. My taint opens up, and it sings. This weekend IDW announced that Stokoe would be writing and drawing Godzilla: Half-Century War for them. That taint that sings? It wailed.
Details and previews after the jump.
ASHTON KUTCHER To Play STEVE JOBS In Indie Flick. WUT?
Ashton Kutcher is going to play the part of Steve Jobs in an indie flick that will begin shooting when the star is on break from Two And A Half Dozen Easy Jokes Per Episode. My knee jerk reaction is “this is fucking dumb!”, and my knee jerk reaction to my knee jerk reaction is “chill bro!, chill, who knows?” which leaves me in a bit of a holding pattern.
‘TOTAL RECALL’ OFFICIAL TRAILER: Forget Farrell, this looks awesome.
The official trailer for the new Total Recall dropped today during one of them basketball-games-things, and I don’t give a shit. I think it looks fucking radical, yo. Hit the jump, check it out, let me know what you think.
Coming Back for the Clash – Game of Thrones: Where We Are, And Where Season 2 May Take Us
King Robert Baratheon, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and resident of the Iron Throne of Westeros, is dead.
His son – in name only – reigns as Boy-King, strings tugged by the villainous family he unknowingly owes the entirety of his incestuous bloodline to; Robert’s brothers lay dormant, yet assuredly plotting in city-states half a continent away; his old enemies conspire across a northern sea in a country forgotten by the current, imperiled kingdoms; a young man commands a kingdom at war in the north newly receded from the governance of the Iron Throne; and a new queen rises across a second sea in the east, mother to a rediscovered power that tore Westeros apart a century before.
April Fools: Google Maps Goes 8-Bit
Confession time sans any shame: When I was a wee boy, I would run around in my backyard, sword-stick in hand, playing in imaginary worlds that were mostly inspired by the 8-bit NES maps in Final Fantasy and Legend of Zelda. These worlds, grand for a little awesome kid, offered the perfect bird’s-eye view of spatial possibilities, offsetting where you could and could not go–that is, until a major weapon, accessory, magic, or tip was found that would be duly employed to blast through any and all obstacles. Needless to say, life was good. But now that I am old and boring and my penchant for whimsically running around in my backyard returns to me only when I am drunk or deranged, such fancies have passed from my everyday existence–until now. Clearly on a similar wavelength, the gamers behind Google Maps dropped an 8-bit April Fools masterpiece on the world. Take a bird’s-eye view after the jump.
Saturday Brew Review: Thirteenth Hour
When traveling through the galaxy, it’s of supreme importance to be on the lookout for liminal spaces. If you’re not paying attention while cruisin’ through hyperspace — maybe you’re rockin’ too hard to some Load-era Metallica or you’re caught up in a high-stakes game of Sabacc or perhaps you’ve fallen asleep at the wheel — you may very well hit a pocket of liminality. If this happens, chances’re that you’re going to be lost for awhile.
More innocuous than thinnies but less defined than wormholes, these cloudbursts of purple dark matter will warp the perceptions of everyone in your starcruiser. Sophomore slumps will sound like masterpieces. Cash-grabs will look like art. Dog food will taste like delectable cuisine. Hell, I’ve even heard tales of reckless space-pirates tongue-kissin’ their dogs and grabbin’ fat fistfuls of their sisters’ doughy fannies.
It ain’t pretty.
However, every now and then an individual that coasts through a violet gamma-shadow will be better for it. In these rare instances, the pilgrim does not incur the Wrath of In-Between, but is actually fortunate enough to go beyond the beyond. In this transcendent moment, possibilities are not only more apparent, but well within reach. Despite being in a tiny little vessel, hermetically sealed and layered beyond reason so as to ward off solar radiation, the exo-planetary commuter is capable of turning off mental inhibitors so as to live beyond life.
Tonight, my vessel has skidded right through an extradimensional fold. And I’m not mad or concerned. `Cause the fact of the matter is that I’m rockin’ in the Thirteenth Hour.
Bid On The Check That BOUGHT SUPERMAN. For A Cool $37,000.
You can buy the check that bought the rights to Superman. Now in my world in the Multiverse where I rule supreme atop a throne of golden Diet Dew cans, with Jennifer Lawrence a-clutching my perfectly chiseled biceps and cooing at me, this would give you the rights to the actual comic character.
Video: Matt Stone On The MPAA Ratings Board’s Corruption.
With all the noise regarding the MPAA’s bullshit treatment of Bully, this video of Matt Stone laying into the board is pretty relevant. Diggin’ on it. I never really have stopped to think how absurd they are.
THE MILLION HIT PICNIC. WE’VE DONE IT.
Sometime whilst I slept during the night, dreaming of Jennifer Lawrence and liberal uses for gelatinous desserts, the Spaceship Omega quietly hummed across a threshold. While Sleep Ian was generating a point in the Multiverse where j-e-ll-o was sliding down nooks and crannies of Lawrence’s (praise be!) curvaceous body in a dimly lit but swank shaggin’ wagon, we hit a goal we had been anticipating for a while. We received our one-millionth unique page view.
