WIZARD WORLD Names John Macaluso New CEO. YOU’RE NOT MY GAREB.
It was a dark day indeed last year when Gareb Shamus killed off Wizard and then not much later (especially in the galactic sense!) resigned as Chief-Something-Such and rode off into the sunset on a life-sized neon Tauntaun he himself had sold through ToyFare. Sure the dude had run Wizard into the ground and really hadn’t done anything in Gods knows how long, he was still our Dad. Now we’re going to meet the Step Dad and I say fuck him!
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Paperback Orgy: Soul-Swapping, Suicide Booths, and Immortality Inc.
One of the joys of being into sci-fi is that the genre has such a rich history to draw from. Even if I quit my job, touched the monolith, took up speed, and did nothing but devour sci-fi books and movies 24/7, I’d never reach the end. It’s a beautiful and exciting thing – especially on the book shelf. You can go into any thrift store in the world and pick up a sci-fi paperback of yore for a quarter or two. That’s a cheap price to pay for a window into our beloved genre’s history. I thrift for books a couple times a month to snatch up any sci-fi paperbacks I haven’t hoarded yet. Believe me when I say that there are enough used copies of Rendezvous With Rama out there to build a bridge across the Atlantic.
Paperback Orgy will hopefully be a semi-regular column in which I discuss a choice selection from my recent booty. For our inaugural post I want to talk about a book that’s been collecting dust on my shelves for a minute now: Robert Sheckley‘s 1959 comical tale of the soul and the shittiness of rich people…Immortality Inc.
Modestep – Show Me a Sign
What if Kill Bill and Charlie’s Angels made sweet love, produced an ADHD offspring addicted to filthy dubstep? The result is these 4 chicas on a mission to destroy the music industry, ala Modestep. Watch the death spawn after the jump…
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Strange Moments in Solid Movies: You Dirty Rat, The Departed
Martin Scorsese is no stranger to gangster films populated by many dishonorable characters in seedy locations, scurrying around in the dark, power-playing for any (and all) loose change and on the even looser morality of their depraved circles. Starting with 1973’s Mean Streets and later reworking the turf in the 1990s with Goodfellas and Casino, Scorsese’s examinations into the gangster lifestyle have no doubt been artistically fruitful for him, as he has been better able–or, perhaps more appropriately, more willing–to show the brutal realities perpetuated by members of the underworld. And yet, in this place of double crosses and deceptions (all for the intention of looking out for number one), as outlandish as it seems, a certain code of “noble” behavior becomes hopelessly entangled in the proceedings: that, at the very least, disreputable people ought to have the common decency to live up to that reliable classification and not turn out to be backstabbers–rats–working against fellow low lives. It’s a fascinating quandary, both absurd and unsettling to behold, and it’s one that Scorsese brings to the forefront in his (only) Oscar-winning film The Departed.
Universal buys the film rights for that Twilight fanfiction-turned-novel. Meanwhile, I weep for the gene pool.
Obviously the fact that some shitty Twilight fanfic was published and became a surprise bestseller means I should polish up all the fanfiction I wrote in high school and make bank.
I’m sure you can guess my feelings on the Twilight franchise; they’re right up there with my feelings on the MPAA. But they don’t come close to my feelings on this piece of shit story (“50 Shades of Grey”) with its atrocious writing. No, seriously, that is an actual excerpt. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Universal and Focus Features bought the film rights.
Final ‘BIOSHOCK: INFINITE’ Heavy Hitter Revealed: The Siren
The final heavy hitter in BioShock: Infinite has been revealed, and it is my favorite to date. Levine and company have dropped the Siren on our asses, a enemy that’s guaranteed to turn me into a damage sponge as I try and vain to take her out.
Video: The Oatmeal and Sarah Donner Drop ‘The Motherf**king Pterodactyl’, Its Win Is Win.
I was trying to get some goddamn work done last night when my Significantly Better Half was giggling across the room. I thought maybe my balls had slipped out of their undies and were now dangling like the monsters gravity has turned them into. Not this time! She was laughing at this new video by the Oatmeal and Sarah Donner. It’s out of its heavy, and catchy to boot.
PSA: Yes We Have Ads Now. Please Still Love Us.
Hello friends, foreigners, stragglers. If you oft come to the Omega Level – you poor fucks – you may have noticed that we recently dropped some advertising up in this son of a bitch. I figured that an explanation was worthy of being vomited out, since if you don’t use an ad blocker (and if you love me you won’t, because I have child support to pay god dammit! [that’s a lie]) you’ve noticed some hocking and whoring taking up what precious little space we have around these parts.
COSPLAY: The JUSTICE LEAGUE Go RENAISSANCE. Yeah Well Okay.
This is that time when everyone in the Justice League was totally bogged down with having to perpetually serve as the Bulwark for the fat asses and slack jawed of the world. They rallied through a day at the local Renaissance Faire, spending too much time drinking mead and yelling boisterously at the bards and wenches. Superman puked. On Hal Jordan’s balls. It smelled like roast chicken and saw dust.
‘ALAN WAKE’ Developers Hiring For Next-Gen Project. Video Game-Lit Swoon!
I love me some Alan Wake. Due to this love, I was pretty excited when the XBLA joint Alan Wake: American Nightmare dropped last month. It wasn’t a full-on sequel, but it appeased the glands. The juicy Wake glands. Temporarily. Now that there’s news that the developers behind this series are hiring for some next-gen shiz, I’m the excite. Could it be? A real sequel?
