No sense in spoiling this with words - just listen. A few highlights to watch out for:
It's a little repetative, but at 0:48 you start to get a feel for the awesome
Wait for it! Because at 3:35 your head assplodes
I figure this conversation went something like this:
"I whll giph youphmssion tah-"
"I CAHT HUNAHR-!"
It was probably a lot like the Talking Carl Scream Fight, but more brooding.
This is unbelievable, unimaginable... basically any "un" linked with any synonym for "could possibly happen." Like sasquatch: if I didn't have photographic proof, I wouldn't believe it. Read this, and look at the headline and picture below.
So let me get this straight: you expect me to belive that a guy who had a pickup truck full of Star Wars action figures (MINT IN BOX!) got to have sex with a real live girl?
No. Fucking. Way.
"I know the best place to get a soy latte in Midgard, but I don't tell anyone so it doesn't get too popular."
"No, Frigg didn't make me this shirt. It's American Apparel."
Any respectable reader/gamer/web watcher/nerd is familiar with Felicia Day - the elfin, exuberant, and possibly naturally ginger star of The Guild, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog, and Red, an original SyFy movie that totally wasn't her fault.
Well, Ms. Day posted a video in advance of the IAWTV Awards (International Academy of Web Television) to describe why she is so passionate about creating web content. The video proved very educational even beyond that, in it I learned:
- Being described by fans of The Guild as "doable" seems to have been less creepy and more of a wonderful surpise.
- She keeps a collection of dolls of herself that walks a fine line between adorable and disturbing.
- If you want to really tweak her out at a party, let her know she has run out of pizza. WOW, does she take that seriously.
Oh, I also learned that she makes faces like this, which is just fine by me:
We have a beer machine in our kitchen at work. It dispenses very, very cold beer and like our local economy, teeters on the edge of collapse from lack of funds. This is a heartfelt plea to make it all better.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you a man who:
1) Has too much time on his hands
2) Is making the best possible use of that time
3) Has a funny accent and friggin' arms bigger than my waist*.
If I could lift it, I would get me one of these.
* OK, bigger than my thigh**.
** FINE, bigger than my pasty, noodley arms. SHUT UP.
The Lion King Rises: not coming soon in 3D. Not coming soon at all.
This is the lotto-ticket kind of bullshit that makes me hold on to that 5th printing of the Sin City graphic novel in hopes it will be worth a squintillion dollars some day. I'm an idiot.
The story of this collection is soon to be a movie, enabling everyone who ever passed up a box of comic books at a garage sale to face-palm simultaneously.
In 1977, comic book dealer Chuck Rozanski unearthed the most important comic book collection that the world will ever know. 18,000 comics from the late 1930s to the early 1950s — the earliest days of American comic books — in unimaginably high grade condition. All the important issues from comics’ formative years are there –Action Comics #1, Detective Comics #27, Marvel Comics #1, Superman #1, and on and on — as well as most of the impossibly obscure ones. And many of them look like they were just purchased from a newsstand yesterday.