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Thursday, February 17, 2005
Li'l Floaty Omie Head responds to the stuff filling in his work inbox, including bits about Arrested Development, a lame-sounding DVD game, and "Celebrity Justice."
Overheard at Whatburger tonight:
When your comfort level while ordering is high --
He: I'll have a triple-meat Whataburger with cheese, no veggies or nothin'.
She: Just meat and cheese? Would you like mustard on that?
He: HELL naw!
by Omar G. at 7:18 PM
Doing the waive
Anything But Mini-Me causes havoc for the Space Monkeys! in today's strip, which features more cartoon mayhem in four-panel form. Although I trust you know how to scroll down the length of a Web page, here's a link to the news post anyway. You never know; somebody's scrolly wheel might be broken or choking on finger lint or something.
This has been a very, very rough week and I've been a little cranky -- there's that point where you're just sort of weary and exhausted and running all the scenarios in your head of how your life might be different if you just said, "Fukitol" to, say, work (just to use an example). And then you get a good night's sleep and you have abundant energy and you wonder what all that whining earlier was all about.
Well, Monday was an abundant energy day. Yesterday and today have been "Fukitol" days.
I've got an XL blog coming later today, but in the meantime, I wanted to share a few of My Favorite Things:
This Penny Arcade strip is the funniest one I've seen in a very long time. I was lucky enough to order a Twisp & Catsby print last month and spent a good chunk of a day getting that bad boy into a suitable frame and hanging it on the wall in my office. It's the first thing to go up on any wall in the new house and it looks gorgeous. I can glance over at it when I write.
This is also very funny. Ever since I saw it on Hissyfit, I can't help but notice how many goddamned yellow ribbons are on cars in this town.
I'm also about 9 episodes behind on 24, but the initial two hours I caught the other night were pretty fantastic.
by Omar G. at 12:20 PM
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Zombies still rule
If you want to hear the sound of me gushing, a lot, here's my lengthy review of Resident Evil 4, which I award the very rare (but not impossible) rating of Five out of Five stars.
I'm still adjusting to writing video game reviews that are longer than 250 words. It's nice to have room to stretch out and really get into the experience of playing and the format those guys on Austin360 have got keeps it from getting too off-track. Still, I always feel like I have way more to say about a videogame, which is an active experience that you feel at least some form of participation with than, say, movies, where if you're participating as loudly as most game players do at their vice, you'll probably get thrown out of the theater.
by Omar G. at 5:34 PM
The new shit: Beheadings are cool again, Big Gay Campus Man and PJ's creeping torso trauma
For several reasons, including malfunctions both of a computer and of a human body, the new Monday Space Monkeys! comic was about half a day late, culiminating in a late night posting. If you're curious as to what happened, a tale that includes references to the taking back of beheadings as comedic material in spite of the terrorists and about PJ's chest-bursting sickness, you can read the newspost about it. We post sometimes amusing text with every single comic -- all it takes is a little bit of scrolling down the "Latest Comic" page to read them.
There's also a new Smallville recap up at TWOP:
NC-Double-Death! -- Clark Kent, football star? As unlikely as it may seem, there was a time when Clark almost got an athletic scholarship to Metropolis University. That time is now. Unfortunately, as with his virginity, his numerous dead girlfriends, and his tenuous friendships, Clark finds a way to screw it up. Nice one, Clark.
As the last line on the very last page (14 of them, if I recall) suggests, I have great distaste for the prospect of this week's Smallville episode, entitled "Krypto." Now, I ask you: does Clark Kent (nay, Superman), who has fast movement, super strength, eyejaculating heat vision, super hearing and, truth be told, massive bed skills really need a dog with similar abilities? That's not just a little bit of overkill? Was a normal dog with Lassie-level skills of rescue and empathy the kind of dog that the show would kick ot the curb as being merely "Ordinary?"
This better be a dog with one fan-fuckingtastic personality.
Edited to add: Squishy's Valentine's Day poems! A great online tradition continues.
by Omar G. at 10:57 AM
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