A True Story of Courage
over Michael Phelps’s million gold medals is how sad everyone’s going to be when they take all his medals away because it comes out that he’s been shooting horse semen straight into his eyeballs, or whatever, because dude. Seriously.
Mostly I just want the jerks who have been insisting we watch the OLYMPICS OMG every fucking night at work instead of not watching the Olympics like I want to be real sad, because fuck them.
You guys should try a lot harder to get the cheese over the baked potato and not all just at the bottom of the bowl.
Love,
Erin
Oh Abrams, you lovable scamp. Just when you start acting like your usual “IT’S A HORSE RACE” self, someone says something so outlandish that you have to call bullshit.
P.S. please keep putting this Brad guy on, he’s a hoot.
I like vampires just as much as anyone who like vampires a lot but is still able to regularly make out with people of the opposite sex who aren’t larger, in overall mass, than your typical dirigible. I liked Buffy, and I will talk to you about Buffy for hours, whether you want me to or not. I have read Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter novels. A few of them, actually. I mean, come on. She has guns, is the slave or something to a vampire, is a detective and a martial artist or something, and raise the dead, of course she can, and has vampire powers herself. I don’t know, it’s better than the Mercy Thompson books, where she does all that stuff, but can also turn into a coyote…
BUT. I will not read the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter comics. (And, even though I own the first like 5, I will no longer read Buffy comics, either, because jesus fucking christ I do have standards anymore.) I will totally read these recaps of Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter comics, though, because they are just amazing.
Listen, just pick Hillary [for Vice President] already and get it over with.
Of course I was just making shit up when I accused ol’ beady eyes of being in the tank for HillCo.
(And parenthetical reviews thereof.)
Asterix at the Olympic Games (It’s the same as Sonic or Mario at the Olympics, only with ASTERIX and also OBELIX.)
Asterix & Obelix: XXL2 (What next, Europe? Tintin games? (PLZ?!))
Baby Pals (God. You wipe the poo off the baby, then you have to apply a poultice to its rashes. It’s terrible.)
Bomberman (Bomberman is the best and hardest game ever. It took me 3 months to get past the save point at level 6, but that’s mostly because I am a fucking fruitcake.)
Bomberman Land Touch! (Not fun. Do not let the exclamation point fool you. The first 5 minutes of the game, which is how much I played total, is very horrible.)
Bratz Ponies (Well, I would rather blowdry the ponies’ stupid highlighted hair than search endlessly for beads, or whatever the stupid fucking main goal here is.)
(moar)
But only when you play it on the DS.
When we played on the 360, it was pretty much 45 minutes of the guy I was in charge of falling off cliffs while Travis’s guy (always Indie, which is sexist, which I hate) was off way on the right side of the screen collecting coins.
This is actually exactly how Lego Star Wars went, too.
Both titles really work better, and are way more fun, on the DS, which is about enough to make your brain explode. Yeah, the music and graphics aren’t as good as they are for the 360, but guess what? The “fun” of getting to play as Belloq is trumped by the “fun” of stupid two-player layout and constant “wait, where are you?” Maybe this is because I am not good at video games (which is a lie, I am awesome) but mostly I think it’s just cruddy design. I can’t really reference a good local multiplayer setup, because they don’t really exist, though I have high hopes for Fable 2: The Fabling.
So, in short, I highly recommend the current Lego titles for the DS, but not for the 360 (though if you do get them, you will be really excited at how much you get a week later when you trade it in, because you get like $30 back.)
“While you’re discussing ‘message control’, people are eating ketchup soup.”
Yeah, I get accused of having some manner of bro-ner for Taibbi, but this piece is pretty hard-hitting. One has to wonder how long the corporate media can continue pretending things are “just a little rough” before people start sabotaging location shoots and the like.
If anyone can recommend other writers in this same vein, I’m open to suggestions. Here I’m assuming, of course, that anyone reads any of this.
Markos Moulitas and Harold Ford at Netroots Nation
Worth seeing Harold Ford outside of an environment where he’s considered the wacky hippie liberal moonunit
(panel actually starts at around 25:00, looks like they just ripped the stream without editing it)