CUMBERBATCH and CHASTAIN join Del Toro’s ‘CRIMSON PEAK.’ All Star ++
Woah baby. Del Toro is lining up an arsenal of amazing actors who give my loins the ignition signal for his next film, Crimson Peak. The latest two to join the cast are Benny Cumberbun and Jessie Chastain.
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Cosplay: RULE 63 Solid Snake is sexy bikini top’d espionage.
Oh, sexy Solid Snake. I was going to say, “Solid indeed!”, but I pulled up. Right at the last moment.
BRAIN-TO-BRAIN interface is real. WALTER BISHOP STYLEE.
We have connected two brains, folks. Some real-up science-fiction nightmare shit. It’s real. Really real!
Microsoft creative director SHAT ON people upset about ‘ALWAYS-ON’ Xbox rumors.
You have to give it to Microsoft’s creative director. Not only does the dick sore pretty much confirm the rumor that the new Xbox is going to require always-on Internet to boot the game, but the dude shits on everyone who is concerned about this feature.
Hubble breaks record for FURTHEST SUPERNOVA ever detected.
Hubble has broken its previous record for the furthest supernova explosion ever detected. It’s like, really, really, really far away. Would probably take Superman like three or four days to get there. (And he’s faster than the Flash.)
‘IRON MAN 3’ TV Spot: The Mandarin, Robot Suits, Guy Pearce
Iron Man 3 is going to feature no less than three-hundred thousand people in robot suits. That’s my hunch, and this trailer confirms it.
Opinions Vary: GIVE ME NEW GAME+, OR GIVE ME DEATH.
To smash the face of your enemies is the most grand of human experiences. To drink their blood from the crystal chalice of your superiority is to achieve the pinnacle of Darwinian success. It is with this irrefutable notion in mind that I postulate the following: every fucking video game should have New Game+. Every digi-polygon experience should allow those of us who have rose up through the darkness of a Level 1, Devoid of Equipment birth to return to those who felled us at the beginning of our journey with fury. We deserve to smash their teeth with our litany of new abilities. We deserve it, god fucking dammit. We earned it.
SPIDER-MAN by Rafael Grampá? WEB-SHOOTERS PRIMED.
Don’t know if this is old or not. Don’t care. It’s probably from something I read years ago. Chalk up my memory loss to caffeination and heavy medication. Found it on our boy Benjamin Santiago‘s Tumblr, and figured I would flip it over here. ‘Cause it is Rafael fucking Grampá.
Roger Ebert has passed away. Frowns all around.
Roger Ebert has passed away today, succumbing to that sumbitch cancer. As a youth, he was the one film critic that I often looked to for reviews. Homeboy could sway my opinion like no one else. While I haven’t followed him closely as of late, that doesn’t lessen the raging bummer that is this news.
