Roderick

I am hesitant! For no other reason than that I'm hesitant and I don't believe they won't continue their line of 'overwrought canonical masturbation in slow motion or we'll shoot' comedy! It's a genre.

I'm hassling you on Twitter over this, but I just want to say for the record this is great work. I think the Crusher family could use some extra love, and when I think of Data I see wide, curious, possibly baffled eyes before me - not disappointed ones, but the rest is spot on.

So, it turns out it was Kane, with their most famous track no less. I said I'd be giddy but now I'm just sad, like a Kane track. [ADDED] Haha, no wait, now I'm laughing, it was Kane all along!

What is the point of that? Sexual tittilation? Giggling at random things that happen to breasts?

Just a bona fide classic.

Daaaaamn. Both the song (by current West-EU golden child Stromae) and the insane choreography. Michael Jackson cum Frankenfurter.

I dug through mountains of Kane lyrics to find this fucker, in vain, so I'd probably have a good laugh and be whimsical all day.

This is you now, TychoC!

I heard a song on the radio that I KNOW I know, but I can't find the title, artist or lyrics anywhere. It's this singer-songwriter rock ballad by a Kane-like dude with a plaintive voice singing things like: "I wish I'd run into you noooooo-hoooow!" Please help me, this is embarrassing.

If the first sentence he said had been any other sentence than the one he started out with, I'd have been totally sympathetic. But there was a very obvious, teethgrinding plug of the worst kind coming. Apart from that, basic human empathy ensures that no one gets out of this feeling great.

I'm so relieved. Just imagine if he'd have been able to go through his entire speech about how incredible and fantastic his stories are, how thankful the audience should be to him that his wonderful stories bring an element of the fantastical in our dreadfully unimaginitive, boorish lives.

Another thing I was thinking about: the machines look really different from each other. I wonder how that'll effect the hype/branding. Part of the allure of the other consoles is that a PS4 and XBone have a certain shape, a defined form that becomes part of their stamp on culture. Steam Machines don't have that, so I wonder if people won't just see them as expensive PC's rather than the carefully managed gaming milieus that goes with a console. Also, for some of those prices you could easily construct an impressive PC. Curious how this will all evolve. The biggest draw of the whole thing was never the machine itself, but the controller and the OS.

Rockstar have been great with that. Fabled (probably not so much) is my drunken adventure in Red Dead Redemption, that's surely written up somewhere 'round these parts.

Looking back, getting the shotgun to the tunnel man was relatively easy. If you start out in the dungeon, there's a high chance you'll encounter a restless dead level, which has a guaranteed shotgun: Then it's a matter of carefully sidling down the ice caves. If you're careful, I find that's never too hard.

Actually, since oxygen is a highly volatile compound, not needing to circulate it through our lungs and blood anymore would mean we'd theoretically live a lot longer. Oxygen plays a big part in cell degeneration. It's the thing that gives us life and the thing that kills us. On second thought, I'm not a scientist, I realize this is information I picked up a long time ago and it may be complete fiction or BS.

That's fascinating. I wonder how that would work. Could you go to bed despite never being tired, without not actually needing to sleep? And would that form the same incentive to get things done, knowing your break is entirely voluntary? In any case, the wish would be wasted for me, since I have no beef with sleep. I'm surprised that well over half of the voters dislike sleeping so much! I'd think that unless you actively hate sleeping, and unless you've got a weird love/hate relation with food like I have, choosing not needing to breathe again was the easy choice. But hardly anyone cares for it! I wonder if it's because we take it for granted and we don't notice breathing in our lives as we do sleeping and eating. What links these three is that they're all biological necessities, over 'mere' biological desires such as cleanliness, sex, comfort, etc. Do these come to us as burdens? Things we're saddled with? Evolution has given us a great many incentives to enjoy them: a breath of fresh air in the morning is blissful, eating provides us with all manner of deeply pleasing sensations, sleeping is akin to what I imagine to be a fantastic drug trip (and completely free in every way). But look how modern, craven man has come to view these things. The first we give no single thought, the second becomes an ordeal filled with poisonous hazard, the third an insuperable waste of time.

Another thing that occurs to me: sleep, and by extension our daily rhythm, divides our lives into neat, finite chunks of time. This is, I believe, a huge motivator for us to get things done. Without the looming deadline of the day's end, I'd be less effective in getting to work. Faced with a sea of infinite time, a life's worth of it, I'd get so little done, because there was no 'final few hours' in which to do things, no limited evening to get the most out of. I think the result would be a way sloppier work ethic and possible less actual accomplishments. But maybe this is a case where the concept is so alien to me I just can't imagine it. Perhaps the human mind would figure out ways to deal with this. [ADDED] I was being a little charged with my opinion on eating. I enjoy food when I'm confident it's safe, but there is an element to eating that vexes me, and I always worry about eating possibly dangerous things, especially when I'm out. I'm happy for you if that's not the case for you, but it is for me. We all have our little ways in which we're fucked up.

I made a cool odd two euro moneys selling cards over the holidays. Think of the third of Dishonored I could buy now as soon as it goes on sale again!

Never to eat again. It's easily the thing in my life that vexes me most. I hate the thought that food can disease me, I dislike the feeling of hunger, I hate having to eat while in social situations and more often than not it's a source of worry and stress. Fuck eating. While breathing is also something neat to miss (you could walk underwater!), it's of no concern to me. It doesn't fret me. Sleeping, on the other hand, I actively enjoy, however strange that may seem. I love going to sleep when I'm tired, love surrendering to that realm of dreams, and awakening in a fresh new world, full of new adventures and new thoughts and possibilities. I think I'd hate not having sleep as a natural divider between days. Imagine not being able to go to bed after a gruelling day, sleeping off whatever ill feelings you might harbor, instead carrying it over forever because you're always conscious. That's even before the inspiration that often hits me after a night's sleep. I couldn't do without, and I wouldn't want to.

Just now I had downloaded a PDF file in Chrome, and you know how that appears in a bar at the bottom of the browser? On its far right is the little X button that you use to click it away. Just as I wanted to remove it from my sight, Steam threw up a message that Toblix was playing Grand Theft Auto 4, covering the very spot. I was powerless against it. Steam, and by relation Toblix, had a complete stranglehold over my ability to click away the download bar. It felt like a procedural random event in a game, like FarCry 2, except so much worse because it was affecting me in real life and in the worst way. I'm so furious at Toblix right now. He has again ruined my evening, as he has done many times before.

You mean, supplementary.

I was a little disappointed by the first episode of the season 3, but yesterday Sherlock returned in top form. Very funny, very smart, and in stark contrast to the previous episode, which boringly portrayed Sherlock as some kind of superman, this story was all about his shortcomings. "John, I am a ridiculous man."

Recently rewatched the weird and wonderful Zardoz with Sean Connery in fetish outfit. Wrote a Filmadeus review of it which you can read here: http://www.filmadeus.com/2014/01/zardoz-john-boorman-1974.html Pluggerdy pluggy: if you like what you read, please click the Follow on Facebook link thing at the right hand of the page to get updates on your social network of choice*. * As long as that social network is Facebook

Thrik, your Davey Jones looks like he has bread molds over his tentacles. You should keep it all year.