Dean Norris: Final ‘BREAKING BAD’ episodes are “Hank-centric.” Yeah, buddy.
The man who plays Hank Schrader on Breaking Bad has greased up his fingies, and decided to milk our nerd glands. The good sir has dropped a couple of comments regarding the (best) show. If you haven’t seen the first half of season five, don’t be read anything after the jump. Instead, get your life in order and start watching this fucking show.
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‘COMMUNITY’ SEASON FOUR Trailer: Glory be, it is almost back.
If it wasn’t for our own Nico The Internet, I would have completely forgotten that this week marks the return of Community. Stupidity corrected, I eagerly anticipate returning to this beloved little meta-mad community college.
Press Start: Of Monkeys and THE MAN
This week’s pressing questions in gaming are:
Why don’t more women play games? Probably doing something productive whilst I jerk it to polygons.
Why did they delay GTA V and does this somehow relate to rumoured plans for Rockstar to form a Bioshock-esque rogue state?
Just how powerful is the new Playstation going to be and is it going to include the Fleshlight extension that I’ve been petitioning for some months now?
BOWSER is PEACHY [Inky Charland]
Need that perfect Valentine’s Day gift? How about matching Bowser and Peach tattoos. Fellas, nothing says I love you like ghosts, fireballs, and castles. Ladies, there’s nothing that gets out fires lit like old 8-bit nostalgia.
‘IRON MAN 3′ SUPER BOWL TRAILER: Tony gotta catch ’em all.
It looks like Tony has got to collect a fair amount of free-falling bodies in Iron Man 3. Can’t help but bask in the Superman overtones. What did you folks think of the spot?
Monday Morning Commute: In space, no one can hear you moan.
Now begins the dark age, when the football fiasco pop-culture zeitgeist begins to slumber until September. Without any weekly caloric-crushing, fantasy football fist-pumping, the average male wanders around lost. Not me. No way. Thanks to the courtesies extended by the various arts that I indulge in on a weekly basis. This is Monday Morning Commute, the column where we gather to discuss these interests. Look at that fucking segue, and fondle me. As you do so, I’ll pat you gently and caress your soft face. We are in this together.
Largest solar sail, ‘SUNJAMMER’ setting out into space in 2014. FLY FREE, FRIEND.
All I know about solar sails comes from Arthur C. Clarke, but most importantly – from Count Dookie or whatever from Attack on My Childhood: Episode 99. Motherfucker all flies away after hacking off Emo Hitler’s arm, utilizing some sort of sailing device. Uh. Anyways, we have them as well, I guess. And a massive one is setting out in 2014, probably to hunt down Count Dookie and slay the living shit out of him.
JUSTICE LEAGUE + EDO JAPAN = gorgeous artwork by Chet Phillips.
There is something excellent about imagining our modern myths (comic books, groan at that cliche, whatever) in different settings. Tony Stark as a male stripper, taken in by a confused Steve Rogers. Green Lantern as a Ryan Reynolds (ludicrous, I know), or how about the Justice League in Edo Japan?
Smash das jump for the full glory.
‘WOLVERINE: THE ADAMANTIUM EDITION’ is huge, contains some sh*t not worth reading.
A couple of days ago, I was wondering just how proud Marvel was of their terrible origin story, and whether they were going to cling to it. Today, I received my answer in a roundabout way. The company is releasing Wolverine: The Adamantium Collection. Headlining that pig is the origin story in question, thereby assuring that I never buy this bloated tome. Should you have (too much) money to spare and lack the sort of irrational, brain-frying madness that inhabits me, there is some good shit within the beast.
Bethesda hiring for unannounced NEXT-GEN CONSOLE GAME. Fallout 5: New Tokyo?!
Bethesda is hiring for an unannounced next-gen game. If I had my druthers, I would bet that it is Fallout 5: New Tokyo, starring Vin Diesel. Perhaps fortunately I am broke, and so those who are smart enough to take me up on that bet are incapable of doing so.
