Sesame Street YouTube Hacked With Porn. Someone Is A Hero.
I’m not a parent. Okay? So I can’t relate. But there’s something amusing – seriously amusing – to me about children seeing things that they either really shouldn’t be seeing, or are aghast and confused by. Like this. Sesame Street’s YouTube was hacked, and some good old fashion porn was thrown onto it.
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Scientists Working On Tractor Beam To Save Astronauts Floating Away. Awesome.
My main concern when I’m outside my spaceship harvesting tilium is the threat of solar radiation. However, I’m also pretty worried that I’m going to float the fuck away. Freeze to death in the horrors of deep space. Scientists got my back though. They’re working on something to save my dumb floating away ass.
THIS WEEK ON The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead
(Before we start, I know what you’re probably thinking. “Whoa Dude, first Fear Fest and now Walking dead recaps? Are you taking over Omega Level?” Well, no, the Brothers Omega will return with more regular postings when their daily lives are more settled. And shame on you for suggesting otherwise. Sometimes Superman and Batman have to put in time on Clarke and Bruce. The same rings true for Caffeine and Rendar. I was tasked to write the recaps because of my familiarity with the source material, and my deep knowledge of zombie arts.)
We start season two with a woefully written message that serves as a reminder of what happened in the last episode of season one. We are reminded of the CDC and Dr. Jenner, who I’m surprised they didn’t just name Mac Guffin. I’m not the goodest writer. I can however recognize lazy writing. The last three episodes were rife with it last year. The first five minutes were harrowing. Will the bad writing continue? Did they bad writers stay when Darabont left? The answer is no, the bad writing will not continue. I look at the terrible exposition as an example of where the show could have gone but won’t. Season one may have collapsed like a certain baseball team I follow, but I can hope and dream that season two will swing for the fences again.
Video: Don’t Play Video Games Inverted. You’ll Kill Your Friends.
Pretty funny riff on the assholes (like me) that play their video games inverted. I can’t help it man!, it’s what makes sense to my brain stem. I’m sorry. I really am.
Hit the jump to check it out.
Brian Wood’s Eco Disaster Comic ‘The Massive’ To Be Ongoing. Pants. Flooding.
With DMZ and Northlanders wrapping up, I was beginning to worry about where I’d get my glorious Brian Wood creator-owned sweetness. He’s doing Conan, it’s going to rock. He’s taking on Wolverine. Doubly dope. But I wanted something of his own, and so when it was made clear that The Massive was going to be a limited, I frowned. I can now unfrown, the pig is now going to be an ongoing.
Hit the jump for info and previews.
OCTOBERFEAST – Killer Klowns from Outer Space
[OCTOBERFEAST is the greatest celebration of the year, a revelry dedicated to pop-culture’s most nutritious Halloween detritus. Plastic screams and artificial sweeteners have never been more bountiful. In the old country, villagers refer to the extended party as Satan’s Snacktime]
Ahoy! If you’re reading this, it means that you’ve managed to survive the first half of the OCTOBERFEAST! Congratulations! You are now amongst the ranks of the frightfully faithful, the few capable of gorging on sugary-shock and plastic-paranormal. At this point, most’ve bowed out, deciding that they cannot continue to worship the manifestations of humanity’s darkened heart without causing irrevocable damage to their consciences.
Your reward for not running off into the dim horizon – some chuckles.
See, a major misconception about OCTOBERFEAST is that levity is wholly absent. This, of course, is simply false. Sure, the festival is dedicated to slayings, acts of havoc, and undead armies, but that doesn’t mean we can’t cackle at a few gutbusters! Hell, today’s featured guests are guaranteed to tickle the `ole funny-bone!
`Cause the only folks funnier than clowns are Killer Klowns from Outer Space!
NYCC: ‘Extreme Studios’ Lives! Rob Liefeld Surfs 1990s Nostalgia To Ultimate Victory.
ROB LIEFELD, THE PURVEYOR OF THE EXTREME, THE CONQUEROR OF GOOD TASTE, THE DISTRIBUTOR OF ANATOMICAL NOT-GIVING-A-FUCKS IS SURFING 1990S NOSTALGIA TO BRING BACK HIS EXTREME STUDIOS. IT SHALL BE A CAPS LOCK DAY INDEED, FOR THE MAN HAS RETURNED. CLOVEN HOOVES! POUCHES! FOR ALL!
Galactic Trance! Stare Into The Eyes of NGC 2467, Feel The Nausea.
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Stare deeply into the eyes of NGC 2467. Stare into them and feel the universal glory, the nausea of existing in such a realm! It beckons you to understand. But you cannot. I cannot. We are mud-men-ape-brains.
Fear Fest: Heights!
OCTOBER 16th, Heights
“I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone.”
-Cyrano de Bergerac
Wow, can you believe we’ve made it half way through the month already? We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we may have even peed a little. Sorry, I do that when I get excited. Today we’ll be talking about a fear that dates back to man’s first moments on Earth. Heights or acrophobia.
