Looks like the second season of True Detective is going to be the product of intense madness and dedication. I know I’ve said this before, but I’m going to say it again. Because I come from a long line of people who lose their minds and repeat their senile blatherings. You’ll know I’ve truly lost it when you find me uttering much like my Nana did, “IS CAT FOOD MADE *FOR* CATS, OR *OF* CATS?!” while wearing nothing but evidence for the effects of gravity on the human body. For now, yeah, I’m just going to repeat this: I don’t envy the people involved in following up the first season of True Detective.
New Orphan Black trailer! New Orphan Black trailer! Drop down and get your clone on? Or something?
Just hit the jump.
Welcome to the Cascade of Nonsense. The white noise that keeps us complacent, ’cause otherwise we might be getting jittery. Someday you’ll die, someday we’ll exhaust this rotting Blue Marble, someday the sun will smirk before burning us up anyways. It’s all dumb and pointless and so we’re tasked with kicking it absurdity. Finding our own meaning, demanding our own purpose, but really probably just manufacturing our own cultural opiates to keep us numb to these nonsensical factoids of the world.
This is Monday Morning Commute. What composes your armature of pointlessness? How are you surviving this week? Hit me.
Hello friends! Some news up in this rotting spaceship heezy. Omega Level will be holding it down at Toronto Fan Expo (booth 501) this week, from August 22-25. Bateman, Frankenstein, and Budrickton will be there slinging shitty t-shirts. Posing with you for life-altering pictures. Pushing copies of Allen Drinkwater’s OMNI. Word on the street is that he will be there too, hiding underneath Bateman’s rascal scooter that the crew has to tie to their car roof.
Oh! And speaking of shitty, though somewhat amusing t-shirts, we have several new ones that we debuted at Boston Comic Con that are now up in the store.
Hit the jump to check them out.
One of those stalwart manners for cross-promoting a comic book and a funny rag movie is to get yourself a tie-in comic. Usually that sort of thing makes me puke chunks. Little corn-filled chunks, from them corn and beans empanadas that I pound before power lifting. Maybe this next one from DC will be different, though. They haven’t confirmed it, but word on the corporate-synergy-market-everything-into-paste vine is that Scotty Snyder will be helming a Man of Steel comic.
We know it was coming. We had heard the rumblings that Microsoft’s retarded Kinect was going to cost $150. That’s one-hundred and fifty Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers, but now it’s official.
Microsoft’s Kinect add-on for the Xbox 360 will be $150 and come with a copy of Kinect Adventures when the motion controller hits stores in November, the company said today. Kinect games will sell for $50 each.
Oh goody! The Kinect games – which are tantamount to pantomiming like an asshole, will be ten bucks less than regular 360 games. That’s still fifty Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers to look like a tool.*
*Yes, I’ll still probably be buying this piece of shit. As always, I am part of the problem.