I’ve made a big deal about this before, but ordering prescription sunglasses has cemented it in my mind as an issue of record.
Call it habit, call it Obsessive Personality Disorder, or call it genuine laziness, but I refuse to wear different clothes from day to day. Of course, like Doug Funnie, I have a closet full of these clothes, so I’m not wallowing in my own filthy drapery day in and day out. It’s just… a look, and a philosophy.
If you’re curious, or if you’re going to go as me for Halloween this year, here’s your blueprint, a la Nerd Boyfriend.
Ladies and gentlemen, you can look like me, EVERY DAY!
I’ll quote House of Leaves on this one.
In the most sardonic tones, Sandy Beale of The New Criticism once considered how contemporary cinema would have treated the subject of Navidson’s guilt:
“If The Navidson Record had been a Hollywood creation, Delial would have appeared at the heart of the house. Like something out of Lost Horizon, dark fields would have given way to Elysian fields, the perfect setting for a musical number with a brightly costumed Delial front and center, drinking Shirley Temples, swinging on the arms of Tom and Jed, backed by a chorus line which would have included Holloway and everyone else in Navidson’s life (and our life for that matter) who had ever died. Plenty of root beer and summer love to go around.”
But The Navidson Record is not a Hollywood creation and through the course of the film Delial appears only once, in Karen’s piece, bordered in black, frozen in place without music or commentary, just Delial: a memory, a photograph, and artifact.
Probably my favorite review for Watch Out for Fireballs!, my retro games podcast.
Do you get the creeping feeling that game podcasts are hosted by neck bearded, mouth breathing milk drinkers who have posters of that blue girl from Mass Effect on their walls? So did I… until I gave this show a shot. Who wants to deal with multiple podcasts hashing out the same tired news as their mountain dew fueled hosts wax poetic about frag counts. Not me. So I choose WOFF! And it’s a choice you can believe in.
It’s never too late for you to throw in your two cents… Head on over to iTunes, subscribe, and leave us a review.
(Source: suddenbethround, via merlin)
I recently underwent a task: to sort my video games autobiographically in the order that I obtained them. Yes, this is a move inspired by High Fidelity. The goal wasn’t introspection, but to see if I could do it.
I then decided to take every game that I’d beaten, and turned it on its side. What was left was a stark picture of my backlog: The games I’d bought, but never beaten, laid out in a sensible order for playing them.
(At this point I should give props to @synertia for starting the fantastic blog Backlog Killer, and asking me about my backlog).
This isn’t a complete picture. It’s only the games that I own for PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Wii, DS, Gamecube, Xbox, and PlayStation 2. I own just about as many games for older systems, for PC, and through digital distribution.
Here are some stats. This list consists of 48 games that I haven’t beaten, out of the 137 that are on the shelf. Using the website howlongtobeat.com, I’ve included the median main-story completion times for each of the games.
The grand total to complete all of these games from square one is 1,132 hours, or a little over 47 days straight. If I were to endeavor to beat all of these games before the end of 2012 (with 322 days left), I’d need to play for 3.5 hours every day, without exception.
That… isn’t realistic, even if most of these games are half-completed.
So, I’ll do the best I can, beating these games in a Last In, First Out fashion which will still allow me to play the hot new games that always (inevitably) come out.
So, behold, the list.
(Source: ilovesquidward, via themostshambles)
I was in a book store, eavesdropping on the conversation of two black ladies:
BL1: I finally got around to seeing The Help.
BL2: Oh yeah? How was it?
BL1: (weary laugh) Oh, you know.
BL2: Yup.(image via seoulbrother)
A pretty good cross-section.
For those curious:
