Hey, Nathan Fillion is really convincing in his role as a guy who's reluctantly fulfilling an obligation and wishing he was doing something, anything but what he's doing now.

I've been combing the Cryptarch's records for anything on the Temple of Crota. Listen to this. Long ago, the moon fell to Crota. He wielded a sword so dark it drained whatever light it touched. Now Crota sleeps, but the sword does not. The Warlocks believe the sword is hidden in a chamber guarded by the Swarm…

The Queen of the PCT (page 296).

Yay, pedantry contest! "Focus" is the wrong word— the issue is the parallax between your eyes. You're focusing at the page while aligning your eyes' lines of sight to intersect at a greater distance. To borrow a term from the gun shop, you're adjusting your eyes' "zero." Given that we've all spent our entire lives…

Saw it in the theater, don't remember a thing about it.

Jesus Christ, how many things are wrong with the "fire from ice" thing…if you have the surplus body heat and manual dexterity to melt a lens out of ice with your hands you don't need a fire, if there's enough fucking SUNSHINE AND DRY TINDER around to start a fire with concentrated solar heat you're dry and insolated…

YOU'RE overdone and dry!

I'd go with Touching the Void first. Even if it wasn't the only good movie ever made about mountaineering, it would still be one of the best.

I would have said 70's, given that internals and fleece thoroughly owned the market by the time the events of the book took place. The pack (a Gregory Evolution hybrid external), at least, is true to the source.

No, Virulent Walking Bomb is the best, because you cast it on one zombie and it explodes and infects a bunch more zombies and they explode too. It's a cluster bomb made of meat, what's not to love?

Yeah, DA:O's console controls were brilliant. No doubt the interface is even smoother and faster with a mouse and a whole field of hotkeys (as opposed to 3), but it worked astonishingly well on a controller.

This console moron was thoroughly impressed with how well DA:O worked on a controller, given how mouse/keyboard oriented the style of gameplay was. DA2 wasn't any simpler to navigate with a thumbstick, just dumbed down.

Via TCM or whichever channel I saw it on, everybody on Earth knew Tracy was on his way out, especially the insurance adjusters that refused to cover the production. I forget how the whole thing resolved (EDIT: ↑), but the studio got its coverage and Tracy lived long enough to deliver one of the all-time great…

Leliana's Song for DA:O may not be necessary but it's damned good. I think Tug is my favorite dwarf ever.

I didn't care for Hitman: Absolution, but I did appreciate the segment in South Dakota. It really got the feel of the rural West, with its little outpost-of-civilization towns and the sprawling industrial complexes on cheap real estate. It felt so much more lived-in than any dozen in-game representations of LA or…

Second time I ever laughed at a secret achievement.

Hey game developers, hire this guy.^ He gets it better than you.

When I first played it, my bloodthirsty trigger finger burned the babies before my brain caught up. I figured out what they were about the time they writhed themselves to death In theory, it should have hit me hard the way the devs intended, because I was clearly at fault for being impulsively kill-happy. Instead,…

Nibbler! You can talk!

"Cock," on the other hand, has two comedy K's in one syllable. That's probably why most of my favored compound expletives center around it— son of a cock, jam a cock in it you stupid cock-witted cockhole, etc.