Ok let's start with whatever it is that you think great art happens to be. There's a confidence to this young woman's work that's self evident to anyone who's spent any time as an artist. She appears to have a solid grasp of composition, color theory, and staging. Her characters are consistent from shot to shot, and…

I saw the image with the Tron Sora figure and excitedly though, "Oh hey Mega Man Legends figs, sweet! Oh wait, nope, time to die a little inside."

Creative impulses are a hell of a drug.

Who the hell would want to play Half Life on a console? That's just... slimy.

I might very well be remembering it with rose colored glasses. As for playing it when it was released, you're right. I didnt. I had been playing it before that with a beta copy. Living close to their offices in Kirkland was a blessing and a half.

My friend was specifically making references to games like Doom and Unreal as well, asking questions like, "There were hidden rooms in those games where you could get weapons a few levels early. Does Half Life have anything like that?" And I'm like, "No."

Ah, I must have been playing on good hardware then. Ha, I do remember the Voodoo series though. I love that they pioneered the graphics accelerator, I hated their product.

Half life had almost no load times.

Does anyone else remember the comic by Mark Miller about a young teen discovering he's the messiah?

Evidently human life is only as precious as the amount of potential hassle and money it will cost you.

Goddamnit Dawkins, you make it so damn hard to be an atheist sometimes. What an egotistical ass.

Everyone clearly wants to be there so it's hard to condem it outright. The very clear upside to the existence of this horrid place is that now we all have a drain hole that this particular flavor of humanity (the flavor in the this case is sewage) can funnel toward.

Have you considered medication? Most people dont worry about being so completionist...

Where is Supe's other hand? Oh never mind, there it is.

Goddamnit Washington, all I ask is that you show a little class in public. I can't fucking take you anywhere.

Oh sure Hale is great, the setting wouldn't be the setting without him, but that hilarity is also evident in Zephaniah, the Mann brothers, Helen, Poopy Joe, Vladimir Bananas, and each and every personality on the red and blu teams.

It's one of the most convoluted piles of plot you've ever read. Think Kingdom Hearts was bad? Wait till you get to Australium.

Repression takes the form of rage tumors deep in the brain.

"Reach for the stars, YEAH!" -shake pompoms.

I see where this is going. Eventually you build up to Cheering Industrial Complex with trillions of dollars wastefully spent each year. Eventually a dead eyed Oppenheimer in a padded bra and pleated skirt watches on as a pyramid of girls collaps in on one another, creating fission. He completes the formation by…