#December2016
‘The Last Of Us Part 2’ Trailer: You Really Gonna Go Through With This?
Here’s the trailer for the long-rumored, and pretty much accidentally confirmed a while ago, Last Of Us Part 2. What else to say? Can’t wait. Can’t wait, indeed.
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Weekend Open Bar: To Cyber-Space for the Meat-Case
I say goddamn!, I’m glad it’s the weekend!
For numerous reasons. Oh, today marks the first day out of the past eight where I’m not dealing directly with my grandmother’s day. I say goddamn!, I’m glad it’s the weekend!
Oh, it marks the beginning of my glorious Cheat Days, where I can stuff my face with catastrophic amounts of calories with no guilt. I say goddamn!, I’m glad it’s the weekend.
Oh, it marks the beginning of a laundry list of Dope Shit I’m planning on watching, reading, playing.
I say goddamn!, I’m glad it’s the weekend!
So why don’t you join me here, at Weekend Open Bar. The column where I implore all of you denizens of the Space-Ship Omega to gather, to hang out. To share the various things that are causing you to “I say goddamn!, I’m glad it’s the weekend”, with me, comrades.
Monday Morning Commute: We’re all riding shotgun with Entropy
We’re all riding shotgun with Entropy.
That’s the long of it, the short of it. Celebrated the Fourth of July twice this weekend. Once at a friend’s apartment, who I consider to be family. Once at my family’s house, who I consider to be friends.
Me, my friends, my family?
We’re all riding shotgun with entropy.
The Universe wasn’t paying much attention to our celebrations. Too busy housing Everything. Too busy searching for that sweet, sugary Heat Death at the end of it all. Expanding endlessly until it won’t.
Me, my friends, my family, the Universe?
We’re all riding shotgun with entropy.
The wife I married, the dog I love, the friends I cherish, the family I belong to, the Universe that carries me.
We’re all here until we’re not.
We’re all riding shotgun with entropy.
I don’t know what to make of this, other than to appreciate my wife, walk my dog, hang out with my friends, and stare lovingly at the stars when the nights permit. This isn’t profundity and it isn’t resignation.
It’s a shrug and a smile in the face of the Absurd. What else can I do?
We’re all riding shotgun with entropy.
This is Monday Morning Commute. The column where I slather onto this particular digi–space all the items, all the miscellany, all the bullshit that I’m interfacing with on a given week. You know, when I’m not staring into the raging chasm of Void and Stars, condemning the tragic mistake that is self-awareness, while simultaneously praising the Cosmic Joke for stumbling into giving us clowns self-awareness.
It is my optimistic encouragement that you’ll share what you’re up to this week in the comments section.
Weekend Open Bar: Outside Inside The Metaverse
Western Civilization seems to be flinging itself to pieces in 2016, friends. But unfortunately, Professor Faber, we can’t stand back from the Centrifuge. We’re stuffed inside it, together. It’s hard to believe, maybe it really isn’t happening, who knows. I live a Privileged Life, stuffed in a suburb in a leafy part of the Empire. It’s easy to believe, maybe it really is happening, as I work with students whose tales make me blanch, make me grateful, make wish I could do more. I don’t know. I know few things and understand even less. What I do know, what I do believe in, are what Vonnegut urged us to create. You know, I believe him when he said that the “daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured“, and that is why Weekend Open Bar exists.
Across the two-dimensional plane of the three-dimensional Metaverse within one small speck of the omni-dimensional Universe, we can gather. Spend the Weekend together.
It’s small, and its minute, but it’s what we got. If we’re lucky.
A conjuring of a hopeful gathering sparred on by words and technologies and expressions.
It’s small, and its minute, but it’s what we got. If we’re lucky.
So join me, this Weekend, friends. Let’s shoot the shit about what we’re up to. The food we’re eating (so much goddamn pizza, so much goddamn ice cream), the games we’re playing (DOOM and The Last of Us), the books we’re reading (Nemesis Games). Anything and everything, really. Here aboard the Space-Ship Omega is an attempt at generating one of them communities. ‘Cause Space is cold, Life is Short, and it All seems to be better when spent with kind, like-minded individuals.
So join me this Weekend, friends.
Weekend Open Bar: Hack The Planet(s)
My wife tells me she ain’t waiting for me to eat the pizza. The pizza, it’s coming. This can only mean one thing: I must sprint as quickly as I can to open the Bar. The Weekend Open Bar. Turn on the halogen lights, kick the mechanized kegs of moon-juice to get them cranking. Dust the blood, tears, and forgotten ass-relics off of the chairs. And welcome you! Welcome you to the Weekend Open Bar!
The column at the (theoretical) end of the Work Week/Internet/Good Taste. Every week we gather, oh we gather! We share what we’re going to be eating (pizza!, and more!), what we’re going to be playing, what we’re going to be reading. Really, sharing anything. Half-baked thoughts about the End of the World, half-aroused thoughts about 1980’s babes (Kelly Lebrock from Weird Science haunts me), half-indecent proclamations about whatever sort of gastronomic problems that eighth burrito gave you.
Anything. Everything. So long as it follows the golden rule: thou shall not douche.
Monday Morning Commute: See Ya Later, Ya Leadfoots
MondayMondayMonday Morning Commute! It’s the column!
It’s my one-year anniversary today, yo. The Wife and I. Dang hitched. I don’t feel much regarding it, though. Spoke about it with the better half, and we’re both like, you know. Shrug emoji. The date that sticks out to the both of us is our initial date. Feels more genuine than the $20,000+ back-patting we threw for…our parents a year ago.
I mean, don’t get me wrong.
It was a great night.
Weekend Open Bar: Awash In The Digital Sea
Welcome one, welcome all to Weekend Open Bar. The weekly weekend column where those of us lucky enough to have the next couple of days off (and those unlucky enough to not have them off, too) gather around the Digital Hearth. We share stories of what we’re going to be doing to enjoy our weekend. We share stories of the games we’re going to play, the movies we’re going to watch. We share stories of the meals we’re going to eat, the mistakes we’re going to make.
And go ahead! Make mistakes! Kiss that guy you can’t see yourself with long-term. Eat that twelfth slice of pizza. Play Overwatch until 6:30 am, bleary-eyed and too caffeinated to sleep well. Too hungover to yield a non-spinning room. And go ahead! Make mistakes!
‘The Last of Us 2’ (accidentally) confirmed by Naughty Dog
How about this fucking gaffe! A lot of people have thought it was obvious that the world would receive The Last of Us 2. For a bit. But up until now, there has been no confirmation. However, writer Josh Scherr may have accidentally outed the title during a live stream.
Voice actor Nolan North and Warner Bros. have a “big, big project” in the works
You know Nolan North. Even if you don’t know him by name, if you’re a gamer you’ve heard his voice. ‘Cause dude is Everywhere. Now North is saying that he has an enormous project in the works with Warner Bros. My guess? Blind guess? Maybe a Superman game? What do you think.
‘Uncharted 4’ had eight months of work scrapped when ‘Last of Us’ devs took over
Why did Uncharted 4 suffer such a delay? We have our answer. According to Nolan (Nathan Drake) North, when the Last of Us Minds took over the project, they scrapped eight months of work.
