I very much do, but Kinja does not yet have the ability to let me write posts just for specific cities.
I too wish I could have posted it earlier, but... I couldn’t.
All but James, who had something else come up.
That was when the io9 staff was located primarily in San Francisco. Now it’s mostly New York.
They’re really popular, and it’s another way to gets eyes on our site and our content. It’s why so many sites are increasing their video repertoire. We’re very lucky to have Beth and a great video team.
I’m comin’ next week, actually.
We’re doing more videos, but definitely not at the expense of editorial. Promise.
I made no one get dressed up. They all chose to, presumably to make me look like a doofus.
To clarify further, Negan is still a murderous tyrant psychopath, but Rick’s the one who poked him with a stick.
I have gotten some blisters on my hands from gaming, but that thing is MONSTROUS. He must have been playing the best boxing game 1982 had to offer in total agony.
I’m not saying Negan’s morally right, or at all justified in his horrific actions, but he is technically correct that Rick picking a fight with the Saviors—and, more importantly, without doing any due diligence on their numbers—led directly to Glenn and Abraham’s deaths.
Honestly, it could go either way. I would find it profoundly depressing to create art that is adored by very vocal, huge assholes, but I’d have to way that against all the fans that aren’t jerks. It’s tough. At the very least, we’re going to be waiting an extremely long time for season four.
Yup, but you asked.
What they said. The only difference is that filing an expense report is WAAAY more complicated.
Fantasy for me. I like to be taken to different universes right now more than explore future possibilities.
Oh, so much. A cool trailer does not mean a good movie (e.g. Suicide Squad). It could be poorly paced, defy continuity, be a big waste of time, have Rey talk about how much she hates sand for five minutes, or one of a million things that would greatly upset Star Wars fans.
I wrote about 200 pages in high school of a fantasy comedy that no one will ever see.
I definitely wrote some terrible, shitty posts in my days at Topless Robot, particularly at the beginning in 2008 when the directive was to make it “Maxim for nerds.” Luckily, I was able to quickly abandon that. (Turns out not driving away female readers in disgust is a good thing. Who could have possibly known?)