I was just on my way to the comments to say exactly the same thing.

The only complaint I have right away is that these screenshots just show a whole lot of nude people walking around, which to me suggests he might be partly missing the point by trying too hard to get directly into the physical part of sex.

Not that I'm losing sleep over it, but there are already far too many "general nerd" sites out there. Kotaku has typically maintained a unique identity by (1) focusing on games, but also (2) limiting most of their extraneous material to bits about Japan from its unique team member(s) located there.

A'ight, but just not my kind of show, so I'll post a punch from a series more relevant to my interests. ;)

Wait, why is this drifting over from io9? Because it... has "game" in the title?

I see. It's a clever meta-commentary on the casual games bubble that is soon to colossally pop. And monkeys.

I've never understood the perfect / straight teeth obsession. I've thought all my life that girls with some imperfection of teeth or gaps are cuter than the weirdly straight, blindingly white look.

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phenomenal

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that Joss Whedon rules"

Half the time I make a joke to casual acquaintances, I end up having to explain it by way of a an absurdly long background like that. "You see, I was playing on the alternate lyrics to Bowie's first Berlin recorded track on which..." So I sympathize and greatly love the obscurity of this joke now that you've…

Heineken?! F— that sh—.

Right on. Clearly these young punks should grow up and join our sophisticated coke parties. You can't game with a monocle, after all.

Marvel vs Capcom

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bro ... i just took braun/ramirez/hart out of game lol

We're not going to talk about Judy. We're not going to talk about her at all, we're going to leave her out of it.

Tongueless. Given the utter lack of interaction, mannequin-like stillness, and only briefest movement of the lips, I was expecting the whole "well, that was a misread" scene upon pulling back, but that's why I was so utterly confused in this instance — she seemed perfectly content. I've rarely been so unable to read…

I spent the evening on the strangest date. As in, a generally well-structured date with a fine young lady with whom the playful conversation never hit a lull, who followed to my place to listen to some records... but culminating in the most awkward of first-kisses I've ever been a part of. What is this... she's not…

What a terrible person to compare to the great Leonard Cohen. :(