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Uh. Miley Cyrus. Starring in Woody Allen’s TV series for Amazon (which I didn’t know was a thing)? I mean. Okay? It’s sort of enticing to me in a “what could this possibly look like?” sort of way.
The fuck? First Marvel reveals that next year Secret Wars is making a comic book event comeback. And now Marvel is teasing a new Civil War event? All the old events! Redone! Spit-shined! For our enjoyment?! Ehhh. Though I have to say this sort of makes sense in a SUPER FUCKING SYNERGY sense, since the MCU seems to be building to some form of Civil War. But still.
Hit the jump for the promo image and details.
Warren Ellis and Mike Allred are teaming up for a Bacardi graphic novel. Which is something you definitely don’t see coming. Though to be truthful, it is probably folly to plot Warren Ellis’ moves. And I suppose Mike Allred’s too.
If a Lindsay Lohan overdoses in the Woods, does it make a sound? #PoorTaste #GoingToHell It seems that Lohan is trying to avoid entering the said woods of pop culture oblivion by any means necessary. Her latest endeavor is by suing Rockstar Games over her “likeness” being jacked in Grand Theft Auto V.
The gaming world is a weird one these days. Huge creators leaving their Triple A nests by the dozen. Virtual Reality headsets offering promises of glorious tentacle-gape (to me) and billion-person MMOs. A famous franchise like Unreal Tournament being revived. For free! As a fan collaboration.
Well then. Brian Michael Bendis and Michael Oeming’s original comic Powers is finally coming to flat screens around the world. It’s been talked about for ages, and well fuck my greasy knobs!, it’s coming. But here’s the interesting thing. The son of a bitch is coming courtesy of PlayStation. Yep.
I’d be lying if I said the first thing I wanted to do after being gone from home for fourteen hours was pen a column for you swine. But the Space-Ship demands its supplication. I must adhere to the scriptures. Lest the ones in the belly of the Ship awaken. Claw their way to the cockpit. Eat our souls, our mothers’ hearts, the organs of our unborn Space-Babies. We don’t want that, right? What’s a little fatigue-drunk groveling in the form of a column, if it saves the Omega-Ship? It’s nothing! Nothing god dammit!
—Oh, you don’t know what I’m rambling about? This is Monday Morning Commute. The column where we share the various things we’re anticipating, currently enjoying, or day-dreaming about on a given week. It serves as a meeting place, a virtual comic shop floor, the bathroom at a rock concert. It also keeps the Dark Lords from awakening. Fair trade.
Share your shit! What are you digging this week? (Oh, and if the comments aren’t working please clear your Chrome plug-in data.)
Well, this is unreal. Researchers believe that they have performed the first noninvasive human brain-to-brain interface. This is the sort of future-porn nausea that has me simultaneously clapping. And puking. Just roll with it, Caff. There ain’t anything else you can do.
Man, I don’t know how to feel about this. Starting in 2015, there are five new J.D. Salinger books coming down the pipeline. Apparently these fuckers are approved by the Recluse himself, but it still smacks of oddity to me. At best.