If it helps, both Rockstar and Remedy have always been fairly consistent with the idea that since all three games are essentially Max telling you a story well after the fact, you cannot and in fact should not consider Max a wholly reliable narrator. In all three games, there's generally something wrong with him that…

Nobody knows yet. Their local ME's office is seriously backed up, so it could be a few weeks or months before the cause of death is determined.

I'm just glad to hear from Oswalt at all. Given the role that depression plays in his comedy, I was instantly afraid upon hearing of his wife's death that he'd do something terrible to himself.

I should think that if anyone knows about the super-power potential of immersion in blood, it would be Spider-Man.

There's a sliding scale for these things. Look, it was in the packet.

The kid had cancer. Reynolds could've personally gotten him black tar heroin and a half-dozen Thai prostitutes and I'd still have nothing but respect for the move.

Egwene at least Gets Shit Done. She starts playing some pretty good speed chess as you get into the middle of the series. I can respect Egwene.

I realize I may be alone in this, but I feel as if the program will at least double its odds of success if Nynaeve is suddenly and without warning run over by a horse ten minutes into the first episode.

That descended quickly.

If it helps, that reaction made me question my own memory. For a minute, I was wondering if I'd just somehow… made up the existence of Tomb Raider: Underworld.

Somewhat. Lara still kills more people than cancer, but she's a more well-rounded, approachable character, as opposed to the stoic, darkly amused sex bomb of Underworld or Legacy.

Reading Harlan Ellison's Can and Can'tankerous story collection.

That's a pretty consistent throughline I've noticed in all of the social media responses. It's about 90% genuine condolences and 10% conspiracy theories/angry Trump fans/bitter Bernie fans/jaded edgelords/wannabe funnymen, popping up like business cards in your kid's Halloween candy.

Don't be a cunt.

Knowing about his wife's death makes the bit about twelve minutes into the special, about the repairman's ringtone and sudden deaths in the family, hit you like a brick to the balls.

I know what you mean. I've gotten a lot out of his material about his depression, and because he's been so honest about it, I think it's coloring my reaction to this.

Like Bowie, I was never more than briefly entertained by Prince; never owned an album, never saw the films, only listened to his music if it happened to come onto the radio.

Why does Levine keep acting in videos where he depicts something terrible happening to his wife, for values of 'something terrible' that include himself? Is it an oblique warning? Should she be taking pepper spray to their wedding bed?

It'll be PG-13 at best up until the moment where Alan Moore walks onstage to dickslap the camera, and PG-13 after that.

McCloud!