Here is a Hell of a collector’s item. Alby Einstein and his wife once signed a Bible for their friend Harriett Hamilton. Signing a Bible? And you’re not God? Isn’t that some sort of False Idol stuff? Whatever — anyways. Now that same Bible has been sold at auction, and it went for a lot of money. Lots.

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Saints preserve me. Edi from Mass Effect 3 done up as latex? Parts of my body I didn’t even know I had are throbbing. Yes, yes please. And then a second helping.

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Microsoft is dropping their policy of charging game developers for patches, and other updates. Pretty neat. The cost apparently was significant, and if I recall correctly drove away indie studios from patching their games and the such. Was it Fez that gave up being patched? I think? Anyways — neat.

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…or Scorpion, if he is your favorite video game character with a burning dome piece.  Travis Rector has taken a hell of a photo of this particular planetary nebula, and a lot went into it that frankly fries my own skull. Setting it also ablaze. Some sort of circle of life type shit.

Hit the jump for a full look at the beautiful bitty, as well as for some more info.

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It is with a mixture is glee and sadness that I anticipate the final season of one of my favorite shows. The least I can do in preparation then, is to yell Walter’s name as he requests. Hit the jump to check out the poster for the final season. Go ahead, too. Yell his name.

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The fifth Terminator flick is coming! Is anyone excited for this movie? No? Well, how about this! What if I told you it was a reboot? Eh? We all fucking love those! Wee!

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Coming out of Star Trek Into Unnecessary Reveals, a slow rolling realization swept over me. J.J. Abrams wasn’t unquestionably awesome. In fact, he was becoming the master of Smug, Self-Satisfaction courtesy of Contrived, Forced Mysteries. Don’t get me wrong. He can get great performances out of folks. He can cut a mean set piece. However, there are other concerns. As I sat stewing, wanting to chop him and the entirety of the Bad Plotting team in the fucking neck, I began to get concerned. You see, this is the ass clown who is the official steward of The Franchise.

I was concerned.

After much ruminations on the topic – involving Divinations courtesy of Blood Letting, Tin Foil Hats, and countless conversations with our own Eduardo Pluto – I’ve come to a conclusion. Abrams ain’t right for Star Wars. Or, at the very least he isn’t the Glory Be Messiah that I (I will take culpability for jizzing all over his initial announcement) originally ordained him to be. Here’s the deal: Abrams could knock it out of the park. Episode VII could rule. I’m allowing for that possibility. But this OV is dedicated to the delineation of my various anxieties involving Captain Lens Flare and Self Back-Patting.

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OH SHIT. I knew I had been good this year. Said my prayers. Eaten my vegetables. How else can I explain what is obviously the greatest casting that Marvel hasn’t made quite yet? The Studio that Tony Built has requested a meeting with one of the stars of This Summer’s Best Movie (So Far), and I’m half-giddy, half-delirious at the world we are living in.

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Sweet Lords of Kobol. The cast of X-Men: Days of Future Past has swollen yet again, adding some dude who acts in things I haven’t seen. Is anyone remotely worried about the size of this cast? Or is it just me? Why aren’t you wearing the tin-foil undies and the open-nipple t-shirts, either? You fucks. You fucks!

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Hideo Kojima is searching for a crew of video gaming peoples to overhaul his iconic Metal Gear Solid using the Fox Engine. Fuck yes. I will take that for a dollar! Or twenty! However many of them there dollars it takes to control Snake on the cinematic masterpiece that kick started a series revival.

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