Prophet #21  was awesome. Prophet #22  comes out today. A bit further down the line,  Prophet #26  will not just be written by Brandon Graham. Oh no! Oh no no no. It’s also going to be drawn by the magnificent bastard.

Hit the jump for his cover.

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Someone (don’t) alert the Copyright Ninjas. There’s a night club in Malaysia that is totally riffing on the Elder Scrolls logo.

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The Last Guardian. I’ve sweated the game for a while. Wanted it. Needed it. Then  Fumito Ueda left Sony and all of a sudden I began to despair. It wasn’t clear how this would affect the game’s progress. Now there’s news that other branches of Sony are being brought in to work on the game, and my asshole is puckering.

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This trailer makes my jizz squirt hot love gaming jizz. Almost got *too* fucking pumped and had to close the trailer before my brain-stem began seizing.

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A wizardlicious start-up named  Organovo uses a 3D printer to blow your fucking mind. More specifically, with less vulgarity: they use a 3D printer to build a variety of human tissue types. Just go reread that sentence.

Then hit the jump.

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[Caff Note: Give a cordial welcome to new OL contributor Sneaky Pete.]

The magic behind HBO’s Eastbound & Down is the dark authentic grittiness in which an idealistic plot is laid out early on each season, and the sadistically twisted corruption of that ideal as the season unfolds. In some primordial way, it reminds us of the daily incertitude of our own insignificant existence. All this dark meat is surrounded by a sesame seed bun of high-brow intellectual wit and low-brow slapstickery, making its esoteric depth quite palatable to the masses.

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Ain’t this a real tickle to my futurism taint. Google is going to release augmented reality glasses. They aren’t the contacts/retinal implants I’m clamoring for, but they’re a start.

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A couple of weeks ago, Rendar and I saw Marc Maron do a live recording of his podcast. As those who worship the crabby but hilarious son of a bitch know, his fans often bring him baked goods. At the show we attended he was given the “turducken of baked goods”, a concoction that shook Olympus itself. What the fuck was it? It was none other than oreos, wrapped in cookie dough batter, baked in brownie mix. At that moment, the Fat Kid in me knew I had to have it. For weeks at the Omega Dinner Table, Rendar and I would mention what a glory it would be to consume such a genuine piece of Fat Ass America. This week though, our own Momma Omega laid it down. She was going to create this Slight on God.

It was wonderful. Upon biting in I proclaimed, “I feel like a piece of shit!” It didn’t stop me though. It was truth made carbohydrate.

It was really hard for me to get past the dialogue in The FP. 75 percent of the time it’s downright atrocious. It’s like listening to someone who learned how to talk from watching Katt Williams stand-up. I understand it’s tongue-in-cheek but that didn’t make it any easier to sit through. It sucks too because apart from the party-pooping dialogue, I really dug everything else about Jason and Brandon Trost’s bizarro Dance-Dance Revolution dystopian gang film. The film is a great example of really talented people taking a totally ridiculous and silly concept, playing it straight the entire way through, and coming out the other end with a distribution deal and mountains of word-of-mouth hype. If only every other word out of those mouths wasn’t “…and shit” or “nigga” then I would have enjoyed The FP a bit more.

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The name is the game! Welcome to Comics We’re Buying This Week, the communal comic book welcome wagon where we all share the hotness we’re snagging from the funny book farm on a given Wednesday. Per usual: my taste is shite, and I’m always looking to broaden my horizons. Don’t know what’s dropping? Behold ComicList.

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