Category: Comics

Sometimes, a year like 2006 will take a breather and give a big, time paradox reach-around to 1986. Case in point, Megadeth coming up with a new song inspired by the soon-to-be-massive Xbox 360 game Gears of War.

Appropriately, the song is titled “Gears of War.”

Now that everyone’s had time to talk about how the “Mad World” trailer has changed their life in some way, maybe they can release a commercial showing a lot of action to the tune of some Megadeth or another similarly washed-up metal group (Deicide, maybe?).

I will never be able to rest in peace until this happens to me in some way, shape, or form.

For some reason, the left side of my jaw has decided to fall back to a state of post-surgery swelling and soreness. In nothing short of an Abysmal Coincidence, this was paired yesterday with one of my only recorded major deadline fuck-ups.

Saddled with an article which I believed to be due by Friday at the earliest, I naturally was planning to never think about it ever, ever until the last possible minute (Microt? Nerd). Much to my surprise and subsequent woe, however, I learned Tuesday afternoon that it was actually due Monday: also known as a day that had already passed.

This wouldn’t have been an issue if it wasn’t such a bizarrely conceived (by Not Me) 1,400 word assignment. Flash forward to right now, which, depending on the accuracy of this post’s timestamp, should be Wednesday at around 8:15 am. Crisis averted thanks in no small part to the White Castle/Jabba’s Palace delicacy of jalapeno cheeseburgers and oversized energy drinks provided by a third party establishment. It’s funny how I don’t mind staying up late working on the script, but throw this shit at me and I need the digestible equivalent of corrosive acid to stay engaged.

It’s just too bad for you guys that blogger was being “2 Stubborn 2 Load” when I hit the most delirious point of the night.

It’s nearing the end of October, and I find it hard to believe that there aren’t Wii and PS3 demo stands in stores nationwide. This is some real war-front evidence in regards to what is an astonishingly different era of TV-gaming.

I couldn’t imagine there not having been N64 stands set up next to Saturn Nights demos in an effort to wow people into what was, at the time, a bursting new potential (half-step) generation. The New Message has been sent through Space Sheriff-quality orbital signals and relayed endlessly like a Princess Leia plea.

It seems game companies can now largely survive the first wave on hype alone. Hell, it works on me to some extent. Why send out demo set-ups if you have guaranteed first shipment sellouts? But even more disconcerting to me is the fact that Sony’s machine is still a ghost to the majority of the public as far as tangible truths go, and it doesn’t stop people from spending thousands of dollars on preordered slips on eBay.

I guess the long and short of it is that I’d like to play me some of them new TV games in a store. I want to stand in line and wait to try out a new Mario game; grimacing over the shoulder of some kid that’s actually the right age to be playing it, waiting for the right timing to chop his collar-bone and cut in line.

Also of import is this self-control reminder that the rest of you can ignore: I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe, I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe, I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe, I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe, I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe, I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe, I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe, I will not buy Phantasy Star Universe.

Get back to work.