19 4 / 2014

17 4 / 2014

17 4 / 2014

PS4 outsells XBone again, even with price drops and bundles.

PS4 outsells XBone again, even with price drops and bundles.

17 4 / 2014

Yay! I got one! A classy, subdued poster for my favorite movie ever.

Yay! I got one! A classy, subdued poster for my favorite movie ever.

15 4 / 2014

From Badass Digest, where it’s okay to read the comments:

Last year at SDCC, my friends and I stayed through Sunday night and left Monday, late morning. This is the tradition. We go to our favorite restaurant, drink a whole lot, eat all the food we didn’t have time to sit down and enjoy during our hectic Comic-Con week, stay up late and watch as Comic-Con starts to get taken down and cleared away, it’s a whole thing. This year we discovered a bar that has karaoke, and a stage, and would now be a part of the tradition if what happened there hadn’t been so deeply gross.

At some point in the evening, I became aware- as most of the bar did, it was difficult to ignore- of a man losing his shit at a woman seated at the bar with her friend. He, being easily 6’4” and heavyset, would have towered over her in any situation, but with her seated in a defensive, curled up position against the bar while he loomed and raged and had multiple regulars pulling him back made their difference in size even more apparent. She was maybe 5’2” and maybe 100 lbs. Maybe. Anyway, he was bellowing drunkenly over the music and general bar-din, calling her a bitch and a slut and threatening violent action against her while she and her friend sat and told him firmly and loudly to leave them alone.

Eventually- and we’re talking maybe ten seconds later, the whole thing probably went on at its most fevered pitch for about twenty- the bartenders and the bouncer and the other regulars got the meathead away from her, by which time I had gotten to the bar and was standing on her side that put me between them (no one else had created this buffer) and asked what the hell had just happened.

The young woman was shaking and tearing up but was matter of fact enough in her bafflement, saying he’d been (drunkenly) saying things to her and her friend, trying to get their attention, get a reaction, get them to engage. They ignored him and he pushed harder and then they told him to please leave them alone and he got outright violent.

Even if he didn’t raise a hand against them, shouting, yelling, threatening physical violence, and lunging and straining at someone so other people have to hold you back, regardless of your actual, end-game intentions, is inarguable and outright violence. So I sat with them for a little while and just chatted, which I could tell helped them feel a little more normal and a little less abandoned, but the whole thing was absolutely fucking grotesque.

In addition to the reasons why it obviously was, here are the additional factors:

1. He was not removed from the bar. The police were not contacted, the bouncers did not throw him out, and the bartenders did not stop serving him. This is unacceptable and I don’t think I can go back there because of it. They clearly do not value the safety of their customers.

2. He was wearing a Captain Amertica t-shirt.

You useless limpdick piece of trash. You scum. You bully.

He was wearing a goddamn Captain America t-shirt while he threatened violence against someone. Someone smaller and physically weaker than himself. A woman who simply didn’t want a drunken stranger making rude sexual advances on her. He threatened violence against a smaller, weaker person using their gender and his sexual desires as justification while he was wearing the Shield on his chest.

This guy is not only a bad person, but a fucking tourist, a fake geek of the worst order, and a genuine threat, far moreso than newbs or poseurs or johnny come latelies or cosplay fans or whatever other bullshit demographic the geek world is eyerolling at this week. I don’t know if he’s seen the movies, I don’t know if he’s read the books, I don’t know a damn thing about him except how dare he.

This is a men’s problem, because aggressors like that have zero respect for women, will not listen to women, probably do not even think of women as really being people. The men in the bar that night failed utterly and completely, on every level, condoning meathead’s actions in the larger scale of things by enacting zero consequences for them. That’s the lesson the women in that bar took away from it, and seeing it go down with Cap’s shield on his shirt was the mental image that stayed with me and kept me nauseated for days after.

15 4 / 2014

I like the back part of this after he gets past the whole “intimidating violent father” cliche.

"I have been teaching her love her entire life. All I ask is that you continue the lesson. Love her. Befriend her. Protect her. Be there when I cannot. And when my body gives up to the grave, let the grin that eternity carves into my face be a reflection of the peace that your love brings her."

(Source: youtube.com)

13 4 / 2014

thelandofmaps:

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thelandofmaps:

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11 4 / 2014

09 4 / 2014

random-nexus:

Tysolna submitted:

Once upon a time, there was a fierce dragon who roamed the world until he found a mountain that glowed golden in the sunset, and there he dug into the stone and made his lair. He had amassed riches of gold and gems which he stored here, but he found that even with all the precious metals and gleaming stones, his life seemed empty. So he flew toward a nearby castle and captured a young, beautiful princess. Her hair shone like liquid gold, her eyes sparkled like sapphires and starlight, and the dragon thought that she would make a good addition to his hoard. He used his dragon flame to melt gold and silver and fashion a bed, table and chair for the princess, and bars to keep her inside the lair when the dragon was going out to hunt for food or gold.

The princess was a bit miffed that the dragon had abducted her without so much as a by-your-leave. In fact, if the dragon had asked her, she would probably have agreed to accompany him. Life in the castle was terribly boring for a princess after all, and then there were all those princes that she was to choose a husband from. It was rather tedious, all told. So when the dragon came to take her away, she was willing to follow, if the dragon had given her a chance.

After her initial resentment, the princess found out that the dragon was a rather good storyteller. He had lived so long and experienced so much, and the princess felt as if the whole world was laid open for her in the dragon’s tales.

The dragon, in turn, and although he was still enchanted by the beauty of the princess, was even more delighted to find that the she had a sharp mind, a keen curiosity, and a laugh that was brighter than any pearl, a laugh he wanted to hear again and again.

So, even though the princess was still behind the gold bars when the dragon was out, and even though the dragon was still as fierce as ever and fire-breathing to boot, the two had struck up an unlikely yet firm friendship.

Meanwhile, word that the princess had been taken by the dragon reached the kingdoms far and wide, and the sons (and daughters) of many a king and queen went to slay the dragon and free the princess. Some of these sons (and daughters) returned empty-handed, some with riches, some with tales of strange new worlds. Some never returned to their homes, having found adventure, fortune, or love elsewhere.

One day, however, a young, proud knight rode towards the dragon’s lair on a white steed. His armour was gleaming in the afternoon light, his sword was sharp, his saddle of the finest leather, and his horse of incredibly prestigious pedigree. He himself wasn’t anyone special – not the youngest of three sons, two of which had already tried and failed the task; not the long-lost prince who had been living as a goatherd; not the one true love of the princess who was in the dragon’s clutches. This knight was quite simply a knight who slew dragons. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it: Kill dragon, free princess, marry said princess and get half the kingdom, or at least get a sizeable reward, some of which would go towards the upkeep of his half-brother the goatherd. And so it was with the assuredness of one well-suited to the task at hand that the knight rode toward the dragon’s lair.

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08 4 / 2014

Haha!

03 4 / 2014

The creator of 1024, a clone of Threes! is incredibly sexist:

Jason explained that the reason 1024 not only borrows the design of Threes but the game’s visuals, as well, is because he wanted to make the game “fast.” His work on 1024 led him to create Monster Grow!, a conceptually similar game for “kids and girls” with a new look and without any of the math. The numbers turned some players off.

Lumping girls and kids together is bad enough, but then saying neither can do basic math is disgusting.

31 3 / 2014

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But I basically see my job as it was laid down all those years ago—the molding of a responsible black man. That was my parents mission, and it was dutifully enforced by my Pops. I think back on it now, and would say that between the ages of eight and seventeen, I really didn’t like my Dad much. I respected the hell out of him. Loved the hell of out him. Thought he was the most honorable, most fair man I’d ever known. I was also intensely afraid (well into my 20s) that I would not live up to his example. But like him? No, I didn’t much like him. If you asked him, I think he’d say that this was done by design. His guiding emotion was a fear that one of his seven kids would end up in jail, get killed over some dumb-shit, or be out on the corner. Childhood, in my house at least, wasn’t a respite before the real work of adulthood, it was practice for adulthood.

It’s a little sad, because I see me and my son entering into that same place. I think he may like me more than I liked my Dad. But I won’t be to him, what his mother is to him. That isn’t our relationship. We have another eight years together. There’s a lot to learn, and some unavoidable portion of it will hurt. What gives me some hope is that I’ve retained my respect for my Dad, I like him a great deal now. He’s one of my best friends, and my ultimate mentor. God willing, me and the boy will get to that same place.

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27 3 / 2014

27 3 / 2014

This song came in front iTunes. I’m really digging it. Found this video, and man, this guy can dance. All of this makes me happy.

(Source: youtube.com)

23 3 / 2014

Captain America cast & crew poster

Captain America cast & crew poster