December 2011
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We Could Buy A Comic Shop... →
It’s like a zoo. But with a lot more strange smells.
And dying animals.
And nerds.
But we’d be like a block from Pink’s famous hot dogs! And…eh…uh…do you have $700k to spare?
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Goddamn it, Hideo Kojima knew about SOPA for... →
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Anonymous asked: The "R" wasn't purposely placed there by Nolan. Extras made their own signs. And "Ward" is Hines Ward, a Wide Receiver on the Pittsburg Steelers.
wickedlydeeper asked: Actually, I was there. Those signs were brought in by the fans, The paid extras like me were given costumes only. The unpaids were allowed more free reign than we were including sinage And his name is Ward because the guys REAL name is Hines Ward. It wasn't Nolan's choice, HE IS THE RUNNING BACK. No one else is the running back first string. It is merely coincidental.
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So Dark the Con of Santa
The end for Santacon isn’t anything new. To describe it briefly, it’s like the pre-game party for the folks who consider Halloween to be their “big night out.” You dress up as Santa, meet up at some spot early in the morning and get your drunk on while merrily using the holiday as an excuse to relive whatever stupid shit you pulled when you were 16 and drank Midori thinking...
Why The Internet's Great: Racism and Metal Gear... →
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Verizon to those without FIOS available: How'd you... →
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The RiffPlayer →
If you’ve burned out all the MST3K options on Netflix (and YouTube), then there’s only one alternative: RiffTrax. Their new player basically combines their riff (normally $4, but just pretend you’re purchasing an episode of MST) and your DVD—not in a magical sense, but if you happened to pick up The Happening for a dollar like I did, you finally have incentive to watch...
Godfuckingdamnitshit.
– Me, upon waking up when I forgot to do something and that something was remember months ago to get tickets to the Hot Snakes show in Brooklyn. Then not doing that.
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Every Sentence In This Article Makes You Want To... →