Ceterum autem censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.

Sadly, I sort of have to agree here. While I think it's great that games are getting more artistic, no one seems to have told this new generation of indie developers that a) there is more to art than making the audience feel bad about something; and b) a game must contain, y'know, a game somewhere within it that…

I love how C-3P0 can converse flawlessly in three million natural languages while R2-D2 lacks the self-expression capabilities of an iPhone.

I see. You are on the opposite end from me, but I knew that any story featuring a pot-growing fast food manager who deals to her employees had to be somewhere within the (figurative, and often literal) Mountains of Marijuana.

Is this small town located in the Western Sierras by any odd chance? It has a ring of familiarity.

If someone is nice to you but is rude to the waiter, he or she is not a nice person. This is never wrong.

This would be the CEO of Blizzard, whose flagship product is World of Warcraft, whose culture is so abusive and toxic that to call it a wretched hive of scum and villany would be giving it a whitewash. This is sort of like the CEO of the Marlboro corporation making a speech about the benefits of a healthy lifestyle.

Yes, a rape conviction can be secured based only on witness testimony, if the jury finds it credible. Testimony is evidence.

I don't blame Gawker Media writers for being trust fund kids: no one chooses the circumstances of their birth and upbringing. What does piss me off is the knlowledge that journalism, as a profession, is so unremunerative that only rich trust fund kids can play. A diversity of perspectives is needed.

a disembodied voice might come in to remind you that you're not in the real world, because you're a character inside a video game, doing video game things. Get it?

Thank you for making me laugh and somewhat dispelling the sense that I was utterly wasting my time by reading gossip about Derek Jeter's sex life.

I'm somewhat ashamed to admit that I once stood in line for an hour to have them sign a copy of their CD at a mall in New Jersey. (This was not my idea; my pal was the t.A.T.u fan and requested my presence for moral support, but still: not my finest moment)

Aaaand sold. (When I get paid next week.)

Well, now I know why I had such great OKCupid success: every other dude on the site was a raging jackhole.

I was on the corner of Spring and Varick downtown when the second plane hit. No, I could not date a 9/11 truther.

Good thing I'm 5'8" (and happily married for years) else I would just be SO tempted to become a part-time fashion accessory for one of a pair of screaming narcissists.

Uh, my teens are into retro gaming. This means instead of a popular game I can easily pick up for them at the K-mart, they want some venerable Game Boy cartridge that I have to search for on eBay, but it's more than made up for by the fact that I don't have to buy the newest generation console until it's well marked…

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Jezebel: overthinking pop culture since... how long have they been in print?

RAWRG STOP MAKING ME FEEL OLD