The estimable Jon Rosenberg of Goats has done us, his readers, another service by pointing us at the excellent Dresden Codak.
I’m still digging my way through the archives, but my favorite so far is “Dead… and Loving It!“, which brings back memories of people and places long since past.
Joe Dan says check it out.
Arguably three years late, but never mind that: Halo 3 will feature networked co-operative multiplayer right out of the box.
Bungie just made it that much harder for me to keep my solemn “I will not be a release-day tool” vow.
(With apologies to Bear McCreary, Brendan Adkins, and pretty much everyone at Bungie.)
The staff is a lashing blur, but ‘Otamee is prepared, already leaping up and back as it strikes his chestplate; the glancing blow discharges most of the weapon’s energy into the air, with the remainder just enough to carry him through his roll back into a ready, empty-handed crouch.
The armsmaster watches with a fond approval he’s careful to hide. “Well. At last you move like the heir to your birthright. Time for the next lesson.”
He tosses ‘Otamee an inactive arcstaff grip.
“You’ve learned how to take a blow.” He smiles. “Now you learn how not to have to.”
Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising is on its way to theater screens. Soon. I didn’t get goosebumps watching the trailer or anything. (“I’m an awful liar, aren’t I, darling?”)
If just one line from the first book makes it into the script, I’ll be happy. One line. “A foolish move, friend Smith. We shall not forget.” (And if it happens, it’ll be Christopher Eccleston delivering it. Could anything be more perfect?)
Electric Six‘s next album, their fourth — currently slated for release on October 9th, 2007 — is titled I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being the Master.
Sometimes the universe’s sense of humor worries me.
Warren Ellis is always a hoot and a half, but Nextwave: Agents of H.A.T.E. is an irrationally exuberant romp even by his high standards. It may, in point of fact, be some of the most fun you can have with pants on.
(Not that, strictly speaking, you need to be wearing pants to read. But ever since that incident at the public library a while back, I’ve tended to err on the side of caution.)
Sometime not too long ago, and I wish I could remember where, someone mused about what it would be like to play a game in which your principal job was to patch up the hapless victims who’d been brutalized in all of the other video games.
It turns out that a game along those rough lines, Trauma Center, actually exists. That’s not the surprise. The surprise is that it’s apparently quite good. I might have to check it out once I get around to acquiring a Wii of my own.
Now all someone needs to do is create a version that supports heterogenous networked play: as your roommate piles up the casualties in the latest Vice City franchise, you’re the one whose emergency room they show up in. Just be sure to keep the guy playing Halo off of your local network. (“Doctor, this man has plasma burns over 30% of his body, and is carrying shrapnel from a Covenant Needler.” “Oh, for Christ’s sake! I’ve only got 21st-century medicine to work with here!”)
Update: Holly has helpfully pointed out that it was in fact Demetri Martin, in a recording we listened to while en route to Palm Springs. I was thinking that it might have been Tea Leaves or possibly xkcd. I’m glad someone around here’s got a decent memory…
It’s hard to shake the feeling that things are fundamentally screwed up in some way when it turns out to be easier to obtain the new album from one of your favorite bands by firing up Xtorrent than it is to walk into any one of three different music stores, cash in hand, and actually buy the CD.
I mean, I’ll wind up ordering the thing from Amazon if all else fails, but… for cryin’ out loud. It’s been said before that any company or industry that has problems taking your money is in trouble. This would seem to be a good example.
(The album itself? It’s good. Very good. But you’d expect nothing less from Dick Valentine & Co.)
My tastes are fickle, my preferences notoriously short-lived. But for the moment, this is my favorite cartoon in the whole world.
Apparently the Dark Side can also lead to passive aggression, at least in sufficiently skilled hands.
I love the fact that this was done purely with deft cuts and time reversals.