His giant chins and pudgy faces bug me entirely too much. I did almost write something just to comment on all the superlatives Sava was throwing in—and I see what you mean, but the technical skills win me over for the most part. Not enough to read a Millar comic though—I read the first issue and from this little bit…

I waited my turn in the Macy's tv section to play this game. I'm sure I thought it was the coolest thing in the world, but I never played it more than a handful of times.

My friend lent me The Last Stand of the Wreckers(?) I think…it was a riff on the Dirty Dozen story and asked me for my opinion on it, and that's mostly what I took away—he's a Transformers fan and I'm a comic fan and we were in the middle of the Venn diagram discussing it. The story seemed to work, but without a real…

Maybe I'll peek at the trade. I only made it a couple of issues in.

Wait, that's a thing that continued after the WWII-set one drawn by Jae Lee?

Headlopper is great, great fun.

Oh, Sandman is a masterwork. I went through a while of being a Gaiman superfan, and consumed everything out there, cooled off for a bit, and then recently reread the whole thing and damned if it wasn't even better than I remembered. It might be that his favored rhythms don't play as well in adaptation or superhero…

I'm using third act loosely, probably too much, but specifically, obviously I think American Gods and Black Orchid have this pacing thing. 1602 and his Eternals run didn't coalesce, I don't think. Neverwhere didn't do it well, but it was a tv miniseries before it became everything else it became and feels like it's…

That was a thing that I read and I should've caught on to, but didn't, so it worked pretty well for me. That said, while I haven't reread American Gods since it first came out, I think Gaiman's third act pacing has always been a little slow. And since he likes to give a swerve on an expected ending, it can stop dead.…

They named the drugs in Daredevil Steel Serpent, no?

I don't think this is likely, but that hole in the ground just makes me think of Fin Fang Foom.

It's super weird to have bloat in such short runs, even with the all the universe set up.

While probably critically agreeing with how well general audience prime time shows handle these topics, I think that they are covering these topics are a good thing, and that even imperfect voices can add up. Sentiment moves more than well-crafted words, somewhat to my dismay.

I liked the German enough, and more specifically, I liked its improvements over the first one—haven't played the China one. I think I'm a little more sanguine about it then you, but they have been underwhelming and it does feel more like a nice tool set. I personally don't mind linearity as much since I think it…

I think of them like Gawker—depending on how you react to their posture, ymmv on their pieces. The same thing that gets them to go places that are seldom covered creates just as many foreign tourist pieces, first time abroad, and the like. Which is to say, I suspect they picked a smart and curious model turned…

Ugh, I have to think clearer. It should've even if they fell for the *equivalent* of the Civil War was about State's Rights. That's me, typing faster than I think.

I swear it felt like I finished half the game before they told me that was an option…and then there was that one mission where the story turns only if you're driving…

Opposites! At least about LA Noire. If the detective work wasn't hidden behind that commuting simulator, I'd have enjoyed that game more. It was a magnificent set, but felt empty after a while and then I started resenting it, since the distances to drive were so long and I'd completed all the street stuff (and…

That's an off-note to me in, well, the entire American frontier myth. The whole "I made this" sort of line, when pretty clearly it's the federal army killing people that let that happen. But Red Dead was gentler about it's cynicism than Rockstar typically is, even if they basically fell for the Civil War was about…

This sounds like that episode of Doctor Who—Eccleston season I think?—where little aliens bred by taking our fat away. They're not telling anybody, someone dies, etc…Just another situation where diplomacy would've prevented intergalactic war.