I thought the "Wild Theory about Destiny's Story" was there is one.

Or, "Lets make as much money as possible before it hits the piracy-system". And I'm okay with them doing that, it cost a lot to make GTA so I don't care about them trying to get the most out of it before it hits the pirate sites.

Anyone else think this guy doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about? Look at it, it's a very feminine watch with its rounded edges, it makes it playful and immature. Now if only Motorola actually put out a true 360 degree watch face, they'd be in the lead. This sounds like the typical Apple can't do anything…

I see the problem — you're comparing a FPS that really isn't an MMO to MMOs.

You could have changed to the SD version of the channel which has none of the above issues

it's free free on Xbox LIVE if you have gold. ^_^

Also this month's free download for Games with Gold. Going to pick up the digital copy even though I already own the disk version.

This article is a gigantic singularity of navel-gazing hipster douchebaggery.

What the fuck did I just read. o_O

I disagree. Finnegan's Wake was practically a barefoot stroll through a field of clover and gamboling kittens by comparison.

Well, it was in my experience, anyhow. Your mileage may (and obviously did) vary.

Go for it. Someone, somewhere has to like it; my Brit Lit 650 professor certainly did.

I'll provide you with a brief synopsis (it's going on ten years since I graduated, so I may not be remembering the text -perfectly-): Guy writes play about Civil War. Goes to see movie about Civil War, and believes that film has…

I think the word you are looking for is pretentiousness.

What the fuck did I just read. o_O

...as long as they are not like William Gaddis's A Frolic of His Own. That thing was a paean to egotistical self-indulgence and indirect insult of the reader.

It remains the only book I have ever destroyed, and I had to read it in my final semester of graduate school.

Such. Navel-gazing. Garbage.

"I'm sort of obsessed with becoming renowned," she tells me, as we regard each other over a flickering candle at a dim little Williamsburg izakaya ...

Actually more like one big hipster circlejerk pretending to be journalism.

So is this another feminist game about sex?

Not sure what I just read..

"It's smothering like sleeping restless between tropical sheets, Williamsburg presses humid fingers on our thighs and we are staring at Usher."