Geohot To Sony: Flee? LOL, It’s Spring Break!
I have to admit that I’m maybe enjoying the legal jockeying between Geohot and Sony more than I expected. Yesterday, after Sony announced that Hacker Eminem had fled the country and not handed over requested hardware, Geohot’s lawyer and he himself responded.
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Marvel’s Digital Comics To Stream Free At Starbucks Stores.
Ah, Starbucks. Where you saddle up to your Macbook Pro, with your Obama t-shirt on, reading up on the Huffington Post or something else bullshitty while sipping overpriced dirt water. Yeah, I’m typecasting. Fuck you! Well now us nerds are going to be storming into Starbucks. You see, Marvel has signed a deal with Starbucks which will allow patrons of the coffee house cult to access all of Marvel’s Digital Comics Unlimited free through Starbucks’ Digital Network.
In other words, go to Starbucks. Buy croissant. Browse all of Marvel’s digital comics for free.
Flipping Off Eternia: The Craig Elmore Interview
If you’re reading this, chances are that New Jersey’s Craig Elmore has a better He-Man collection than you. I first met Elmore about 10 years ago at community college in a speech class. It was a requirement, we weren’t retarded or anything like that. The first “speech” I remember Elmore giving was on how super saiyan levels from Dragonball Z work. About halfway through his speech, Elmore paused and apologized. He said he had just smoked a bowl before class and was having trouble delivering his speech. I knew then that this kid had stones.
What I didn’t know about until a little later was Elmore’s possessed a massive MOTU collection. Like, really big. I thought I was cool with Hordak and Trap-Jaw on my desk, but Elmore puts my collecting heart to shame. 10 years burning plastic torsos down the road and Elmore is still He-Man hoarding strong.
Why collect He-Man? Why not Ninja Turtles or GI Joe?
The main figures I collect are He-Man, Thundercats, and Silverhawks. I have some Turtles, Transformers, and other toys, but growin’ up He-Man, Tcats, and Silverhawks were my fave.
Do you call them “He-Man figures” or “Masters of the Universe figures?”
Definitely He-Man figures.
Are most of your vintage figures the ones you owned when you were a kid? Or did you go back and re-buy them?
I’d say a 1/4 of em were mine from when I was a kid. When I was in high school and started looking on internet I saw some sites people made for 80s cartoons. It made me go in the attic and pull out what I had. Then with eBay and some toy shows it just got bigger and bigger and I started asking my friends if they had any.
Above: Elmore
‘Captain America’ Trailer. This May Rock.
Man, I can’t help it. The first full-length trailer for Captain America: The First Avenger is pretty fucking awesome. God damn, and I thought my low expectations were going to carry me through this movie with some sort of enjoyment. Now I’m expecting this pig to kick ass, which is, of course, the function of every trailer. To skillfully manipulate footage into giving fanboys boners.
Still though, fuck yeah.
Hit the jump for the trailer, and leave your thoughts.
DEFEAT. 026 – Family Ties
[DEFEAT. is Rendar Frankenstein’s truest attempt at fiction. Presented in weekly episodes, the novella tells the tale of Daryl Millar – a hero who dies at the intersection of pop culture, science-fiction, war epic, and fantasy]
December 10th, 1964
Mother,
It’s been nine years since I wrote you last. I’m sure it comes as no surprise, but I’ve spent a good many number of these in anger. Towards you, that is, as well as your refusal to support my marriage. I understood why you might have been put off with my decision to wed Lukas, but I guess I had hoped you would put aside your disapproval for my sake.
After all, what’s a family if not a collection of people who tolerate disappointment for the sake of solidarity?
PS3 Hacker Geohot Has Fled To South America. Where the Rhymes At Now?
Ah, Geohot. Fuck you, kid. You thought you were so ballin’ cracking the PS3 and giving out its root key. So confident you put up a painful YouTube diss track talking shit about Sony. Clearly you’re now feeling the heat that I predicted. The law, and more importantly, the robot ninjas are on your tail. And you’ve fled, fled to South America.
The Red Square Nebula Looks Like Rez Gone Galactic.
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Everything in my existence is funneled through comparisons to video games, comic books, Star Wars, and sporting events. So when I’m staring at MWC 922, all I can see is the beginning of a level of Rez. What I’m really looking at is a fucking square nebula. Brimming with red and oddity.
Variant Covers: Sue Storm Wants Cthulhu To Move His Tentacles.
The skull threatens to crack. Athena surely rests inside. The caffeine isn’t cutting it, and I have a mental list to transcribe into a word box. This is Variant Covers, the column where I tell you the funny books I’m buying on a given week. This is also Caffeine Powered, exhausted, with a splitting headache, cursing the Christian guilt that won’t let him skip a week. I can detach myself from the Bearded Floaty Guy, but I can’t remove myself from the morals drilled in by the indoctrination process.
Save me.
In the interest of saving my rotting synapses, I’m going to be succinct this week. A mere one-week trifling attempt to counteract my raging verbosity. Shit, I’m blowing it already.
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Finder Library Volume 1.
When Carla Speed McNeil’s Finder: Voice came out this year, I became aware that I was missing out on something fantastic. It happens a lot. Never stops me from feeling shitty about myself, or from feeling surprised. Gasp! I missed something else? I’m a philistine, man. Anyways, this may be the place for me to start. Finder Library Volume 1 collects the first four Finder books. It’s a massive motherfucker. For $25, you can snag 616 pages of what is purportedly awesomeness. I’m being vague as fuck, I know. Caffeine interested! Caffeine want!
Want a premise? Boom!
The series is set in a vastly depopulated far-future Earth where numerous hunter-gatherer cultures, some human and some not, surround densely overpopulated domed city-states of recognizably modern urbanites functioning at a high technological level. Our own civilization and its considerably more advanced successors are lost to prehistory save for a few twentieth-century pop cultural artifacts conveniently recovered by well-paid psychics.
I’m sure it’s generalizing a lot. But when Laura Hudson of Comics Alliance calls the series “one of the best comics ever“, I pay attention. Smarter minds with sharper opinions garner my intrigue. Martyn Pedler also has an awesome interview with McNeil over at io9.
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Future Foundation #1.
I never thought I’d live in a universe where the most hotly awaited title of a week would be a Fantastic Four-based comic. Such is the power of Jonathan Hickman and Steve Epting. Fucking Hickman, man. Dude is a philosophical warrior, somehow managing to plot roughly a thousand arcs at once, while mixing in utilitarian philosophy, the Negative Zone, and outstanding emotional moments starring a dude who has been one-dimensional for god knows how many years – yeah, I’m still weeping over Johnny Storm.
This is the fucking title I want. I want it tomorrow. I want it now.
If you’re not down with the cosmos, the First Family of Marvel, or Sue Storm in a skin-tight minimalist costume, I don’t know. I respect your opinion, but I’m positively losing my cool over it.
Omega Siesta: Party Hard, Mash The Polygons.
No blogging today. The brain barks at my behavior, asking for a moment to cool down. Overheated, it begs for me to relent. I typically scream nay!, and flood the bloodstream yet again with caffeine. Shotgunning Diet Mountain Dews and ripping off psalms to those who aren’t there and certainly aren’t listening.
I shut it down for a day, having ceded the majority of my stem-power to classroom observation, driving to a failing program through the local public library, and eating a calzone. I’m not saying I don’t regret it, but I certainly didn’t miss mashing keys for a lovely twelve hours.
See you all tomorrow, you’re all unapologetically beautiful.
