The marble maze game, that is. Not the one with David Bowie's padded undies and goblin puppets.
Labyrinth beat out ideas that included an Avengers Helicarrier (one is already being made), the gates of Jurassic Park (presumably one of those might be in the works anyway), the Goonies pirate ship and a natural history museum set. (For those keeping tabs, NEXT quarter is when the Golden Girls set is up for review)There is one other licensed property submitted that they are considering, and our own Gallen Dugall might be a fan. Check out the video reveal below.
If you absolutely, positively cannot stop texting even while you're eating KFC, you not only have at least a 50/50 chance of being a douche, but you're also greasing up your phone. There's only one part of that problem KFC is capable of fixing, and they have, with the Tray Typer - a paper-thin keyboard that also serves as your tray insert. It's rechargeable, and connects to your device via Bluetooth. Presumably if your arteries harden into critical condition mid-eating, it will allow you to quickly alert someone...it had better, since everyone else in the place will now be too busy texting to pay attention to you falling over.
So far these are only available in Germany, but much like the music of David Hasselhoff, I imagine it will catch on here eventually.
Martha Boyd is not just Luke's mother-in-law - she's also an ex-cop, a landlord, a self-described crazy cat lady, a major Star Trek geek and the widow of a green beret. So go ahead: ask her anything. And we mean anything. Either comment below with your question, or email boydappraisal at yahoo.
Well, I hope we all survived the transition from the old to the new comment posting thingy. It did not have an impact on me, as when I first joined the site I did it with Facebook as I did not know any better. At my age it is good that I can do Facebook. Anyway, I hope all of my friends are still on board even if you had to make up new names. I mean, FB lets me use boydappraisal - I guess it is sort of a real name, as it's my company mashed together.
A few years ago, the common thought was that the model for original entertainment on Netflix wasn't going to work. After all, how could a DVD rental and streaming service be able to compete with the high budgets and production values of the the major networks? No advertising revenue, an entire season available instantly, niche programs that don't conform to traditional television; it all sounds like ingredients for a big failure cocktail...and then House of Cards debuted. But of course, that could have been a fluke. Orange is the New Black answered that question. In fact, time after time, for the most part Netflix has defied the naysayers. Sure, there's been the occasional stinkburger; as much as I loved Marco Polo, it certainly had its detractors. While All Hail King Julien was out winning Emmys, I was considering self-immolation while marathoning their take on Inspector Gadget, and don't even begin to get me started on
Douchie Richie Rich, now in its second season. But generally speaking, Netflix has been putting out quality entertainment that has defied all expectations. Hell, just look at Daredevil for some of the best television programming since Battlestar Galactica.
I had first seen the previews for Between a few weeks ago, and while they were a bit underwhelming, I was still interested. As I sat on my couch recovering from sinus surgery, bored from the seemingly endless uninspired television, I was happy to see Between show up on my Netflix display. Finally, some potentially interesting genre television that I could binge the day away with all while accompanied by painkillers and seemingly endless frozen confections to numb the pain in my face away.
Sadly, I was terribly mistaken. SPOILERS ensue...
In Splatoon, squid people who can change form fire ink at each other, both by using weapons as humans and sucking up ink as squid. How exactly they PRODUCE the ink is never really explained...it's just sort of there. Somehow this translates into a promoted swirled frozen yogurt flavor called Squid Ink at Yogurty's and Yogen Fruz stores.
Now, squid ink itself can flavor savory foods, but as a dessert suggestion it's up there with, let's say, sardines. This "Squid Ink" flavor combines mango and strawberry, which is an odd mental juxtaposition, especially when you factor in the notion that the squid in the game become humanoid and, er, fire their ink at other players.
It seems like we're in one of those movies like The Last Starfighter, only this time the game is preparing us for our inevitable transformation by Cthulhu. Or is that too much of a stretch?
Ask SlyDante777. He's the one who told me.
Coming this October from IDW and Chiaroscuro's Troy Little, Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (The Graphic Novel) should make the perfect gift for people who like visuals with their drug-addled dialogue, but have become so allergic to Johnny Depp that they cannot watch the Terry Gilliam movie (I recently learned there are quite a few folks who fit this category).
There are very few sure things to do with Las Vegas, but this seems like a sound bet to me.
I wasn't aware that whales ever wagged their tails to display happiness, but this likeness of The Voyage Home's George and Gracie (plus li'l Spock) bounce their hindquarters in a display meant to ensure yours. And that just sounded creepily erotic, so let's go down a different avenue. There be whales here! And maybe, just maybe, if a giant metal oblong shows up and starts messing with the weather, they'll send it a signal you can't understand and inexplicably save your life. Or not. Best if that theory never gets put to the test.
Just 1,998 pieces will be made, with the first sales at Entertainment Earth's Comic-Con booth. Any left over will be sold to folks who preorder now.
It's nice that some movie toy-lines don't forget the female figures, am I right? Though this particular female somehow seems like one of the least-appropriate toys to be based on any movie. But if your Han Solo needs someone to have his abortion, or G.I. Joe's Duke needs to meet a woman who hasn't been fucked that hard since grade school, well, the ReAction Marla Singer figure is your li'l plastic lady. Plus any time you insert her into some scenario where she doesn't belong, you can pretend that you're Tim Burton.
Marla joins the Narrator and two different Tyler Durdens in the line - sorry, kids, no Meat Loaf with bitch-tits hugging action feature. You should collect them all, because buying tie-in merchandise in no way contradicts the entire theme of that movie you claim to love.
How about that Women in Comics panel at Denver Comic Con last weekend? The one with no women on it? That makes a ton of sense, to be honest. Why would anyone want to talk WITH girls when you can talk AT them instead? I mean, the safest way to make sure that I'm interested in a subject is usually hectoring lectures about my proper place within that fandom. That's how I got into Transformers - two dudes standing in the toy aisle of an old KB, telling me that my Ultra Magnus was just a repaint and that I wasn't a real fan because "Rodimus Prime is for kids, kid," waiting for me to lose interest. You the real MVP, Denver Comic Con.
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This week in comics: women! And men. And giant floating heads. And evil snake gods. And sarcasm that translates well. But first, romance!