Anonymous’ Use of Guy Fawkes Masks Actually Helps WB Make Money. LOL Irony.
Anonymous has become synonymous with their use of Guy Fawkes masks in public. An unforeseen correlation is the driving up of profits for WB, a fat cat corporation who makes mad money off the sales of these masks. The irony. It’s delicious. I am ladling it into my mouth. Yum!
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‘Sin City 2’ Script Being Written! By ‘The Departed’ Screenwriter William Monahan
Well I don’t believe it. Sin City 2 could actually be happening. I know, I know. Seems a bit ludicrous, we’ve been tricked before! I have proof now! Proof! They have a screenwriter. That has to count for something,right?
BioWare Reveals The Official FemShep For ‘Mass Effect 3’. Fiery Redheaded Goodness.
The voting is over frreal, and BioWare has revealed the official FemShep that’ll grace Mass Effect 3. Who’d you vote for? What do you think of the current iteration?
Hit the jump to check out what she looks like.
Brian Wood To Work For Marvel, Writing ‘Wolverine’ Title? Glory Be! Yes!
Brian Wood’s DC exclusive stint is coming to an end with the conclusion of DMZ and the cancellation of Northlanders looming. What’s he going to do in addition to use usual plate of creator-owned material? Apparently rock out with Sir Logan of Cut-A-Lot.
Hit the jump for the teaser poster.
Moroder’s Rock Opera Postmodern Version Of ‘Metropolis’ Coming To Theaters.
Metropolis is one of my favorite flicks of all time, serving up the source material for countless other favorite things of mine. What I haven’t gotten to do is enjoy the Moroder ‘version’ of the movie. Back in the day Giorgio Moroder created this monster which is a 1980’s post-modern disaster or victory depending on your vantage point filled with acid-washes and synth pop rock.
Soon I’ll be able to.
In a fucking theater.
Video: ‘The Hunger Games’ Teaser From The VMAs.
Mrs. Caffeine Powered and myself are currently taken with ‘The Hunger Games’ trilogy by Suzanne Collins. I summarized my feelings about it in last week’s Monday Morning Commute calling the book “neither original nor particularly well written. It’s Lord of the Battle Royale V for Vendetta Flies. Collins uses cheap emotional hooks to draw the reader in, and telegraphs cataclysms from miles away. Yet for some reason, it’s entertaining.” Translation: I love this crap.
So yeah, I was excited for the teaser last night.
Hit the jump to check it out.
Two Years Of Fart Joke, Lit Analysis, Geek Omega Nonsense.
Holy canoles! Omega Level crossed the two years mark a week or so ago, and it’s something of a mind trip to the Brothers Omega who started this nonsense on a lark and out of boredom something like 700 days ago. Since the two of us are both wistful English majors with throbbing boners for nostalgia, we figured a little useless reminiscing was in order.
Hop inside! Hop in, inside!
Monday Morning Commute: Milk Teeth Yank
Holy smokes. Today marks the antepenultimate day of August 2011. Goddamn, not only am I traveling to the future, I feel like I’m heading there faster than ever. It’s weird – my flesh-wrapped time machine seems to accelerate at the same rate as its own cellular death. The less of vehicle I have, the more appealing the destination on the horizon seems.
Tomorrow’s tomorrow may have moonbases and Martian settlements, but let’s hope it’s also got robotic replacements for the components under my time machine’s hood.
Once again, welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE — OL’s attempt to lubricate the spiritual meatus so that the workweek’s prickly-thrust don’t sting so bad! In short, I’m going to show you the various bits of entertainment I’ll be using to fend off stress and boredom. After reading, you’re encouraged to hit up the comments section and show off your own recipe for life-enrichment.
Time to rock and roll.
Friday Brew Review – Anchor Porter
Having never been there, I can still say without hesitation that I’m a fan of San Francisco.
How does that work? Well, the Golden Gate City is responsible for producing some straight-up characters, individuals whose accomplishments and antics have tacked layers and layers of quality onto my otherwise free-floating existence. And probably yours, as well! If Frisco’d never been established, we’d be without a legendary metal bassist, our modern conception of the perfect family, the man with no name, and America’s most infamous serial killer.
Amongst others.
In essence, San Francisco has carved a notch into my brain-bone as a city of repute, a community that regularly produces pure wonder. So when I ran into a sixer of the city’s Anchor Porter at my local beer-dealer, I knew that I had to bring it home with me. Hell, leaving it on the shelf would’ve been tantamount to sending it across the bridge to Oakland!
