I love zombies. I read zombie books. I play zombie games. I watch zombie movies. I have a zombie-related watch. I have a zombie wallet. I prepare for the zombie apocalypse. Zombies. Read More »
[Via Pug Gaming] The US Collector’s Edition of the new Batman game has been announced… and it’s priced at a whopping $99.99. This edition includes a premium statue, an art book, early Read More »
[Via Pug Gaming] PC gamers often get the shit end of the stick when it comes to gaming. They have been told for decades now that “PC gaming is losing relevance” by Read More »
…that may descend into a rant. Beware. Ever since the 1800’s when people began realizing that children weren’t just miniature adults and needed rearing to become functional members of society, they Read More »
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I’ve never understood the popularity of social (Facebook) games. Maybe it’s because all of the ones I’ve ever played are the popular ones, and it seems that Zynga currently has a death grip monopoly on all of them. I don’t see the point of Mafia Wars, Mob Wars, and Farmville besides clicking on some pictures of some Mafiosos, a cow, or something or another and then being rewarded with pictures of money.
Class has finally decided to roll around… and I finally realized how long it’s been since there’s been an update on this website. I swear to god I’m going to try and add some updates. I have some reviews that I’ve written that need to go live… I promise. It’s going to get done… somewhere in between studying for ochem and physics…
This is a sweet little iOS game from Armor Games for 99¢. Armor is trying their damndest to convince customers that it’s free on their website, blog, and Twitter, but, sadly, this is not the case, unless you’re talking about the flash game it was ported from. (There is a free version in the app store, yes, but it’s 20% of the game, at max, and not a hugely representative 20%.) Now, the price isn’t a problem, though the blatant false advertising is – even if I should probably let that go, because the poor game has enough plaguing it as is.
Okay, here’s a fun fact: I don’t usually like visual novels. I especially don’t like romances. But Digital: A Love Story made me happy, and hey- it’s both free and short, and available for all three major OSes. So why not give it a whirl? C’mon- it’s got eighties era graphics and hacking… what’s not to love?
Now, before I begin: I am a Potter fangirl. I love the series. I can quote from books 1-7 more freely than I can quote things like Yeats, and I’ve watched every single one of the movies at least four times… the week they opened. And so, I spent six or seven hours waiting in line for the end, the grand finale, the last hoorah. This review is going to get personal.
Another thing to get out of the way? Despite the fact that it was relatively spot on, despite the fact that yes, it did succeed in tugging at heartstrings, and despite the fact that it’s gotten rave reviews across the board, I did not like this film. At all.
Now, on to words about it. Beware- there may be spoilers. I’m so goddamn used to talking about Harry Potter that I legitimately cannot tell if I’m spoiling anything, you see.
For my second review I thought I’d switch it up and cover a classic. How I came about choosing Mike Nichols’ The Graduate is: it was on instant streaming on Netflix. Also, I have felt alienated from the cinema universe because I had never seen the entire film. But now I have (and I understand so many references!), and if there was ever a coming of age narrative to set off the next 50 years of coming of age stories, it was The Graduate.
As I accepted the offer to start writing for this site I began frantically wracking my brains for movies I could review. How I came about my decision on which movie to debut my Internet blog presence was: last week I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on Netflix (Semi-irrelevant tip: ask your friend for their Netflix password. It is the best thing that will happen to you for free).
Disclaimer: If you are looking to watch a “sit back, relax, and enjoy the show” movie, stop reading now. Eternal Sunshine is more of a “edge of your seat, thought provoking, didn’t realize you were chewing your straw so hard” movie.
Hunted: The Demon’s Forge was released only moments before E3 2011. The LA Convention Center was already cleared out and ready to accept the world’s palest and most nimble-fingered, from the average Joe to the perpetually mucus dribbling nerd who knows far too much excessive information about video games and hardware. A perfectly right time for publishers to release a game by dumping it right into E3’s lap to help it sell. This strategy is used for many large titles as publishers can use the publicity from either the big three’s conferences or from interviews to grab the attention of gamers whose fingers have loosened on their wallets as a result of the constant nerdgasms that they’ve had during the convention.
Imaginary Range is a free app (iOS and Android, y’Apple haters) released by Squeenix to test out the market base for this latest sort of interactive experiment. I’m not calling it a game because it isn’t that, exactly- I know, I know, I’m filing this under GAEMZ, dammit, and it should be a FOCKIN’ GAEM- but it’s close enough that I’ll call it that for bureaucratic purposes. What the thing actually happens to be is a somewhat confusing comic interspersed with clickable (well… circle-able?) items and icons and three-or-so mini-games. It’s apparently got Final Fantasy shout-out things, which is all very well and good if you’re a fan – much to my chagrin, that skipped me entirely, but as I understand it, the story itself, while decent enough, has little in common. There’s also something about coins… but we’ll get to that in a bit.
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce is one of the most prominent members of a very Irish school of writing. Whether or not he is the founder of this school is debatable, but his works are clear examples of their flavour. What school is that, might you ask? Well, it isn’t an established one. But just as English authors are wry, Spanish authors are florid, and Russian authors are pedantic, Irish authors typically have a way of making you feel profoundly damp, somewhat sad, and philosophical. And why is Joyce a prime example? Because he’s damn good at being an Irishman and writing like one. This book is just another instance of damp*, sad, philosophical brilliance.
