If you’re a fan of LEGO bricks, eureka moments, or guys with odd mustaches, you should watch this.

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Nic Cage, God of Acting (via i09) Please don’t diss. I know you can’t help but point out the glaringly obvious: the awful hair, the humorously over-the-top acting designed to overcompensate for partially blind or deaf audiences, the lecherous smile, the borderline psychotic off-camera shenanigans (ie: buying himself a pyramid as his eventual tomb).  All those things aside, there is and will be, no other like him. He will go down as the greatest and craziest, cult-movie method actor who owns every cool thing in the world and has successfully made a killing despite having entered the “I Seriously Don’t Give A Shit About My Career” phase since 1998 (that’s 14 years of Nic Cage mindfuckery). Which is why you should read this. Choice cuts:  “Nic Cage has starred in some of the greatest bad movies of all time. And he’s not like some actors, who just sort of cling to a shred of dignity while they’re roaming through terrible situations and insane moments of not-quite-comedy. Nic Cage works hard at being as bad as the movies he’s in. He studies schlocky acting until every movie is like a schlock masterclass. If watching bad movies is like a transcendent religious experience, then Nic Cage is our high priest. A truly horrendous movie can make you feel like you’re seeing the face of God. And then it melts!

Nic Cage, God of Acting (via i09)

Please don’t diss. I know you can’t help but point out the glaringly obvious: the awful hair, the humorously over-the-top acting designed to overcompensate for partially blind or deaf audiences, the lecherous smile, the borderline psychotic off-camera shenanigans (ie: buying himself a pyramid as his eventual tomb). 

All those things aside, there is and will be, no other like him. He will go down as the greatest and craziest, cult-movie method actor who owns every cool thing in the world and has successfully made a killing despite having entered the “I Seriously Don’t Give A Shit About My Career” phase since 1998 (that’s 14 years of Nic Cage mindfuckery).

Which is why you should read this. Choice cuts: 

“Nic Cage has starred in some of the greatest bad movies of all time. And he’s not like some actors, who just sort of cling to a shred of dignity while they’re roaming through terrible situations and insane moments of not-quite-comedy. Nic Cage works hard at being as bad as the movies he’s in. He studies schlocky acting until every movie is like a schlock masterclass.

If watching bad movies is like a transcendent religious experience, then Nic Cage is our high priest. A truly horrendous movie can make you feel like you’re seeing the face of God. And then it melts!

The cast of Community gets a much needed Street Fighter redesign thanks to Ben Deguzman. Get a break down of each character mash up at deviantART. Via: justinrampage

The cast of Community gets a much needed Street Fighter redesign thanks to Ben Deguzman. Get a break down of each character mash up at deviantART.

Via: justinrampage

(Source: acommunityofgambino)

Battlestar Galactica retold in 16-bit RPG format

If there’s one problem with Battlestar Galactica being so good, it’s that long after you’re done watching the last episode, you’ll happily lap up any opportunities to discuss, relive, regurgitate or consume the remnant breadcrumbs of BSG. 

This video is brilliant if you’ve completed the series (see: reference to “in-spaceship debates as a form of resolution” once the special effects budget has been depleted). If you haven’t, you’re in for spoilers galore.

Best bit: When Colonel Tigh levels up and evolves his character.

Go watch!

Via: College Humor

Currently reading: Craig Thompson’s “Habibi”. Let it be known that this graphic novel is an absolute work of art.

[Cue awkward and highly inaccurate replication of an East Side gang salute of mad restekp]

Kickass Christmas presents!

  1. “The Trial of Colonel Sweeto” - Nic Gurewitch’s published PBF collection.
  2. A box of DC vintage comics postcards.
  3. A Holga 120 CFN. Beware the impending onslaught of wanky, artsy fartsy photography.

(Source: photos-paolodelfino)

Halfway through reading Orc Stain and I was trying very hard to suppress a barrage of prematurely positive hyperbole. “This is fucking good shit!” kept creeping through my head as I sifted through page after page of James Stokoe’s kinetic artwork and clever storytelling. True, there’s a fair bit that would turn the average nun off (see: penis fascination, overzealous gore, general grossness of orcs) - but put that aside, there is so much to appreciate and marvel at when you consider Stokoe wrote, drew, inked, colored and lettered all of it himself. Am almost done with Volume 1. In a short moment, I will be sadfacing at the thought of having to wait at least another year or so before Volume 2 is wrapped up.

Halfway through reading Orc Stain and I was trying very hard to suppress a barrage of prematurely positive hyperbole. “This is fucking good shit!” kept creeping through my head as I sifted through page after page of James Stokoe’s kinetic artwork and clever storytelling.

True, there’s a fair bit that would turn the average nun off (see: penis fascination, overzealous gore, general grossness of orcs) - but put that aside, there is so much to appreciate and marvel at when you consider Stokoe wrote, drew, inked, colored and lettered all of it himself.

Am almost done with Volume 1. In a short moment, I will be sadfacing at the thought of having to wait at least another year or so before Volume 2 is wrapped up.

Skyrim Diary: Sven the Dragon Molester I’ve played many video games in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that matches the scale or immensity of Skyrim. I’ve only racked up 3 to 4 hours thus far but I can already feel the tenseness forming in my arsecheeks just thinking about what else lies in wait - oh, about 300 more hours of Skyrim to go? No biggie. In hindsight, in the excitement of wanting to jump into the thick of it, I might’ve made the mistake of rushing through the character creation step. I ended up settling for the default Nord race and christening him with an uninspiring name (which shall remain unmentioned). I had toyed with the token Norse-like, “woof-y” sounding names like Olaf, Thorsen, Gunther, Ole-Gunnar and such only to realize that I should’ve just named it Sven Goran (Erikssen). It would’ve been perfect: chaotic good alignment, thieving brigand with a wavering moral compass? Juxtaposed against that infamous Swedish coach who’s consistently thieved his way to fat paycheques from top football clubs - sign contract, run team to the ground, collect severance fee? Oh well. Guess I’m stuck with a burly Billy Corgan lookalike for now. From what I’ve seen so far, my Skyrim character’s diary would read: Took a nap at an inn - is 10 gold per night a good deal?  Oooh, lots of wenches! Had trouble finding Whiterun. That’s the last time I decide to go town-hopping in the middle of the night - it’s difficult to read roadsigns in the moonlight.   Fuck you, dire wolves, pouncing at me from behind bushes.  Wait, why are wolves packing gold and pants?  Watched a tutorial on how to steal in Skyrim. It involves putting buckets on NPC’s heads.  Oh wait, I just discovered that I’m anti-dragon. But I like dragons!  Alchemy? Pfft. Necromancy is where the party be at.

Skyrim Diary: Sven the Dragon Molester

I’ve played many video games in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that matches the scale or immensity of Skyrim. I’ve only racked up 3 to 4 hours thus far but I can already feel the tenseness forming in my arsecheeks just thinking about what else lies in wait - oh, about 300 more hours of Skyrim to go? No biggie.

In hindsight, in the excitement of wanting to jump into the thick of it, I might’ve made the mistake of rushing through the character creation step. I ended up settling for the default Nord race and christening him with an uninspiring name (which shall remain unmentioned).

I had toyed with the token Norse-like, “woof-y” sounding names like Olaf, Thorsen, Gunther, Ole-Gunnar and such only to realize that I should’ve just named it Sven Goran (Erikssen). It would’ve been perfect: chaotic good alignment, thieving brigand with a wavering moral compass? Juxtaposed against that infamous Swedish coach who’s consistently thieved his way to fat paycheques from top football clubs - sign contract, run team to the ground, collect severance fee?

Oh well. Guess I’m stuck with a burly Billy Corgan lookalike for now. From what I’ve seen so far, my Skyrim character’s diary would read:

  • Took a nap at an inn - is 10 gold per night a good deal? 
  • Oooh, lots of wenches!
  • Had trouble finding Whiterun. That’s the last time I decide to go town-hopping in the middle of the night - it’s difficult to read roadsigns in the moonlight.  
  • Fuck you, dire wolves, pouncing at me from behind bushes. 
  • Wait, why are wolves packing gold and pants? 
  • Watched a tutorial on how to steal in Skyrim. It involves putting buckets on NPC’s heads. 
  • Oh wait, I just discovered that I’m anti-dragon. But I like dragons! 
  • Alchemy? Pfft. Necromancy is where the party be at.

Things that are guaranteed giggles: 

Best part - 4:10 onwards, where they walk into a convenience store run by Asians geriatrics who just watch mesmerized, yet unimpressed.

Via: i09

Ugly Americans - Evil Mark

It’s a well-established fact that any TV show can be vastly improved with the strategic introduction of evil versions of straight-laced protagonists (see: Community’s evil study group alternate reality and Bold & The Beautiful’s never-ending supply of evil twins).

For a show that somehow got away with outrageously OTT antics (eg: man-birds that communicate in various intonations of the phrase “suck my balls”), Ugly Americans is turning to be quite a gem.