I sit on my couch and game with a laptop. I prefer controller, but for games that don’t support that well, I’ll go keyboard/touchpad. I don’t like mice. Oh, I do put the game up on my TV, because my spouse likes watching me play, so whether I use the laptop screen or not, it’s also on the TV. Honestly, the laptop…

My read of the mother/daughter relationship is that Ji-Ah died due to her father’s abuse (probably not directly, but perhaps more indirectly, like suicide?), and summoned the Kumiho as a replacement, believing that once she consumed 100 souls, the replacement would become real.

Quake, the Musical

There’s nothing bad about excuses to give Maslany more work. She deserves every gig she gets.

Hey, whatever gets you off, I guess.

In my last dream, someone was trying to explain the value of bicycle infantry as a tool of guerilla warfare to a skeptical audience, intercut with moments of my brain also working on a programming problem.

It’s definitely the worst individual moment of Doctor Who, but worst episode? My money is on Daleks in Manhattan for that one.

Every time I hear this title, all I can think about is “Are they going to keep the paving stone blowjob joke?”

I am actually tickled that we’ve basically returned to rear-projection as a filmmaking technique, except it’s giant LED screens now. No sarcasm; I think it’s great and I love it.

I’m least jazzed about Astra joining as a regular. She never worked for me.

Swamp Thing/Legends/Doom Patrol crossover.

You’d think, but even with the shitty control scheme, the game was so well done that it was still a blast to play.

When I was a kid, my mom clipped the fuck out of coupons, and that’s why we had Fruit Loops for breakfast for months on end. No matter how much you like a food to start, overexposure always ruins it.

So, here’s a weird thing: when I bought a Mac circa 2003, THPS2 came bundled on it. It’s not a game I had thought about purchasing on my own, but hey, bundled game. Sure, I’ll give it a shot.

Thanks to Wikipedia, I know that basically it’s a dance party in a room filled with bubbles and suds. Apparently it happened in a Peter Sellers movie, so I can’t even say anything about “kids these days” because it’s older than I am.

“Wait, what are they going to put in the #1 slot above Wyld Stallions?”

Hmm, I was reading a thing yesterday that said she was a shepherdess until the early 20th century. Still, the tales have changed greatly with the telling.

While a Jay Baruchel take on Robin Hood is something I want about as much as colon cancer, in a mild defense of his statements: the original outlaw tales are trippy shit. Before it turned into a medieval romance, the whole genre of outlaw tails (of which Robin Hood is just one example of many) were more “hyperviolent…

It may be an unusual take, but I like movies to be things I see. You can do “dark” and still have contrast. You can do dark and still have color. Your palette can be richer than “black, darker black, and an orange to separate the blacks”.

I’ve been watching basically nothing but film noir for the past few weeks, and I swear to god, Double Indemnity is brighter and more colorful than this.