REZ CREATOR has stepped away from game development. Infinite sadness ++
This is a slug to the jimmy parts. The mind behind Rez, Child of Eden and others has stepped away from game development. Fare thee well, Tetsuya Mizuguchi. You may have never gotten the acclaim you deserved, but Rez was one of my favorite gaming experiences. Ever. Even if I never got to use it with the trance vibrator in my butt.
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Behold! A piece of glass that can store data forever? Say word?
Forever is a long time. It’s at least two lifetimes, maybe three. Scientist wizards have been contemplating what to do with the fact that all data decays, and that nothing seems to last forever. Forever! Now with some fancy glass thing, they may have circumvented data mortality.
And…IRAN has blocked GOOGLE. There’s that.
Not cool, man! Iran has blocked Google. One of those moments where I take a momentary reprieve from bemoaning the happenings at home, and praise the U.S for at least letting me look up pictures of Jennifer Lawrence.
Cosplay: BATMAN and CATWOMAN bring the latex and muscles to your dome-piece.
I vote yes. Batman is totally jacked, and trying to hold in a fart. ‘Cause despite what you may have heard, he doesn’t have the Catwoman on lockdown. Yet.
Snap! ALFONSO CUARON teaming up with J.J. ABRAMS for an NBC pilot.
This is one way to get me to give a fuck about J.J. Abrams again. Team the son of a bitch up with Alfonso Cuaron. Homeboy hasn’t done much in quite the minute, and now we’re getting Gravity and this? Sign me up.
PRIME MINISTER totally admits the government illegally bugged KIM DOTCOM
Kim Dotcom’s life continues to resemble one of bloated wonderment. The arrogant Internet maestro and source of general amusement was illegally bugged. And the prime minister is admitting it. Tremendous.
Monday Morning Commute: moonbeam death-child
He’d read all about Transcender’s journey to Saturn, and the havoc that was wreaked upon that that hotel. It upset his constitution to think that the System’s savior, the genetically-perfected designed to fend off nether-threats, could be derailed so easily. And by such trifles, nonetheless. Alcohol. Women. Drug-beams. All of the vices that, according to many, had done in Earth in the first place.
To the moonbeam death-child, Transcender Yonder had lost his way. Which may have been true. But as seven-year old, there ain’t no way he could understand Transcender’s appreciate of fine pussy and bourbon.
Headphones clamped on tight, the moonbeam death-child tried to tune out his negative thoughts. Rather than dwell on the various ways he’d like to torture Earth’s mightiest drunkard – testicle-electrocution, force-fed glass sandwiches, and atomic bombings at the top of the list – he made his peace with the omniverse. Heck, three songs in, the moonbeam death-child laughed at the thought that people didn’t always realize that music aligns the brainwaves to the same frequencies that neutrinos use to slip between dimensions.
How comical!
So relaxed by the music was the child that he fell into a deep slumber. So relaxed was this slumber that he didn’t notice the blanket being draped over his listless frame. And so gentle was the draping that he smiled the hearty grin of the runt who’s looked after by the alpha male.
Transcender Yonder was finally home, and was glad to see that his moonbeam death-child, whether or not he’d admit it, didn’t hate him.
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Thanks for checking out the Monday Morning Commute! This is the spot where I ramble about the make-believe and the real-believe alike, sharing with you the various ways I’ll be entertaining myself throughout the workweek. After you peep my means of destroying ennui, hit up the comments section and share yours. C’mon, you know how it is – work sucks, life rules, let’s party until we’re dead!
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FIRST LOOK at Hugh Jackman in ‘THE WOLVERINE’ is generic as poop.
How do you continue to underwhelm me about the upcoming Wolverine flick? Drop this generic as hell poster. Yeah, he’s got claws. He’s jacked. We get it. We get it.
‘THE MASTER’ Farts In Xenu’s Face
There are few films with more buzz surrounding them this year than Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master – his first film since 2007’s cynical masterpiece There Will Be Blood. The rumors boiling online that it’s a fictionalized look at the origins of Scientology have fueled controversy – peaking when word spread that the church’s shit-eating poster boy Tom Cruise “has issues” with the film.
But the film is not an expose on Scientology and certainly not an attack on its sci-fi theology. Although nearly everyone in the film is a member of a blooming, controversial cult, PTA only uses Scientology and L. Ron Hubbard as a loose framework to stage his perplexing and brilliant character study set in post-World War II America. At this point, PTA’s grasp of cinematic expression is ridiculous. Every shot, every camera movement is sharp and profound. As with There Will Be Blood, The Master grips you by the balls before a single line of dialogue is spoken, which doesn’t happen until several minutes in. Once Joaquin Phoenix opens his mouth…game over, man.
Square Enix drops their Joker, Catwoman, and Harley Quinn PLAY ARTS KAI figures at TGS.
Play Arts Kai pretty much make the best goddamn figures there are, so it is no big surprise that their Bruce Wayne Climbs figures are gorgeous. Oh yeah, and their Joker one is pretty radical too.
