Patrick R

2 was always my favorite as a kid because I liked future stuff. Looking back it isn't as tight and consistent as 1, but it's still pretty inspired.

Worthless and the Boo Box would probably also be mine.

Can someone screencap what this does? I can't quite figure out how to use it.

Veep is full of white male anti-heroes.

Wait a second... Half-Life 3 is going to be a rogue-like. Confirmed. He HAS been watching you, and his intentions are more nefarious than ever!

There's also one version with the spoken word intro and one without. I dunno if that's connected.

I love looking over the last couple pages and realizing that whatever we have in common as a community has practically no bearing on our musical taste at all. Our rec's are crazy diverse.

Rediscovered Sebadoh recently and dove into Lou Barlow's solo work for the first time. I'm madly in love with it. Painful and heartfelt lo-fi acoustic music.

This episode was so good.

My main problem with it is that it's XKCD and therefore equates didacticism with humor, for some reason.

My TV recommendation is to try to find a torrent of those "Pop-Up Brady" Brady Bunch episodes they did on Nick at Nite way back when.

It's a fair point. I don't think I'd consider anyone in this thread anything less than a nerd. We're painting with very broad strokes. "Nerd" in this case means "those nerds" which is probably not a super helpful way to go about a conversation.

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Month of looking, still no job. Jobs I have interviewed for and not received include washing dishes for a brunch place and Burger King. I don't know how I became so utterly unemployable, but Jesus is it disheartening. The entire application process for most jobs feels so dehumanizing. My self-esteem is at an all-time low, as is my bank account. Sisyphus was a pussy. Where's the Greek myth about my life?

I think it's also that nerds tend to gravitate towards genre fiction, in which the joys are more often mechanical and plot-driven. If most of what you consume is sci-fi, action, fantasy or horror, the way you consume art will start to be more about whether or not works can tick off certain boxes. Was the horror movie scary? Did the sci-fi novel have good world building? Did the fantasy game have an epic storyline? Were the fights in the superhero comic badass? You can start to train your mind to view all art as whether or not it matches a rigid set of criteria. "Did the video game make you think about the importance of the environments we populate, and the stories they can tell?" isn't a criterion nerds would be trained to look for.

You can really tell when Mel Brooks was working hard and when he didn't give a shit. The love of Universal Horror permeates every inch of Young Frankenstein, but you can tell watching Spaceballs that he barely cared about Star Wars.

You don't need to know anything about Raymond Chandler for The Big Lebowski to be hilarious. I imagine most of it's massive cult fanbase has not read word one of The Big Sleep. It's just not Twig's thing. That's cool.

That's pretty standard in America as well.

Random Thought I Just Had: If they remade Family Matters in Europe, Urkel would definitely have been renamed Erkel. And I would want to see it.

It could be worse, you could be bogged down in a "hip-hop vs. rap" kind of nonsensical semantical nightmare. "This isn't a video game, it's an INTERACTIVE EXPERIENCE."

So is there anything you can do once you pick the players, or is it all just following your progress?

It absolutely is. Every gameplay video I've seen makes it look tremendously fun.

I have no idea about the order or logic of these images, but last night my dream featured all of the following: * Lena Dunham, naked, still fat but with really buff arms, working out on a Bowflex. * My pet rabbit from when I was 10, Cinnamon, running on a carpeted floor. * I played pool in a basement I didn't recognize. * Bouncy castle with more rabbits I didn't recognize in it. * One of the dad's books from Gone Home. * Christmas lights, on and blinking, in a giant pile in a garage.

Who are these people who will drop 20 bucks on a game they know nothing about? Reading anything about what it is would dispell so many misconceptions about what it is.

I bought this book while on vacation in Cape Cod with my mother's very rich extended family, with whom I feel an intense alienation. It was either the best possible or worst possible time to do so. After spending the last 8 days of my life getting very drunk, treated to outrageously priced seafood meals, and getting generally frustrated at my inability to connect with anyone, this book feels more like a diary than anything. I really adore it, as depressing as I find it. I love the way that Hemingway's prose allows him to effortlessly make leaps in time. One sentence Jake and Brett are arguing in a cab, the next it's already arrived at her hotel and she's leaving. The way time speeds up and slows down in this book, and why, is really fascinating to me. Like this passage where Frances is tearing Cohn a new one: Which means that the whole interior monologue there goes on in between the last thing Frances says and Robert interrupting her. When Jake is on an alcohol- fueled auto-pilot, time passes at a pretty dependable rate. We went to the cafe, we had this to eat, we had this to drink, we bathed, then we went to this bar, had this to drink, then we took a cab to this restaurant, had this to eat this to drink, etc. But in that rare moment of intense emotions, time expands in a way I find really true to life.