Anime Night for Hilden and I has pretty much been taken over by The Prisoner, which is not Anime at all.
For the uninformed, The Prisoner is a classic 60s British Psycho-Drama Television Series starring and mostly written by Patrick McGoohan. The story revolves around a special agent of some sort who resigns from his job. After his resignation, he is then gassed, kidnapped, and held captive in a village and becomes subject to multiple forms of torment. His captors are intent on extracting information from him and finding out why he resigned his post. Each episode is as intriguing as it is trippy. I highly recommend picking it up. It's well worth it.
As you've probably noticed, the GWX Awards have finally been published for your enjoyment. Please take a moment to read them over. When you're through, drop me a line and let me know what you liked about them and what you did not like about them. It's our first attempt at such a feature, and we're more than open for suggestions for next year.
Wanna Dance? I've spent a great deal of time making fun of Joe's fondness for Dance Dance Revolution and the madness it embodies. Perhaps it's just part of my own little insecurity. I'm just too darn bashful to jump around and contort my body like an epileptic patient in public. Now, I can get my idiot on in the privacy of my own home and the only thing I'll have to contort is my hand.
That didn't sound appropriate at all, did it?
Seriously, check this site out. When the mall closes and your mommy's drag you back and tuck you into your little suburban sanctuary, you can sneak over to your computer and still be that dancing machine you dream of being.
Keep that star shining, brother.
More information has been uncovered regarding the Phantom hardware that is supposed to "revolutionize" our industry, much like the 3DO a decade ago.
Sorry, but a $600-$700 price tag just doesn't scream "mass-market appeal" to this guy. Hell, I can buy one of each console and still have spare change left to buy a few games. But if it interests you, check out this story.
One of the big shots behind the Phantom has this to say:
"If we can get a 5 percent market share and make a high-end box and keep our overhead low and not spend $56 million a quarter on advertising, we can be the Alienware of consoles"
And if I can just find a way to wrap my weiner around my...
Nevermind.
Sorry, I don't mean to give these fellas a hard time. I really do support any new entry into the market. I just like to tease.
And finally, I grew out of action figures back when He-Man was winding up its first run. That was back in the mid-80s for those of you keeping track. However, I do realize there are a lot of Guilty Gear-heads out there, so I thought I'd pass along this link. Enjoy.
Don't forget to keep those links coming along. You guys are what keeps this train running. If you find something that you think might interest, amuse, or disgust your fellow readers, drop me a line and pass it on.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY! What kind of world do we live in? I ask you that. What kind of world is this to raise our children in, to have a future in, to wake up and see the light of day and face the future with hope and peace of mind?
What kind of world do we live in when news of a Spice Girls reunion makes the news? And that's not even what sparked the news story. They five ex-Spice Girls are getting together for dinner! You'd think it was the second coming of Churchill, Roosevelt, and Stalin!
They're also talking about a greatest hits album! How many times on one album can they play "Sooooo tellmewhatIwantwhatIreallyreallywant"?
I'm disgusted.
Isn't enough enough? Can we just end the whole pop music charade once and for all? Please?
Ugh. I really didn't mean to get on a ranting binge like this. I apologize.
Let me make up for my outburst by providing you with some links. The good folks at Penny Arcade turned me on to this site. It's strange beauty cannot be described, so be sure to click on the link. The site helped me describe Sonny as crackbrained, irrational, fey, touched, maniclike, certifiable, unhinged, and more.
Lovely.
And finally, this link has been floating around all over the internet. It's sure to entertain.
Little Things No, I'm not referring to that awful song by Bush.
I bought an ottoman the other day. It's a small, cube-shaped leather thing that cost about $100, and it makes all the damn difference in my life. You can't get me away from my chair now.
I'm an idiot.
I've spent a good portion of my day watching Oliver's Twist on Food Network. Every time I watch that guy, I get so inspired to cook. He just makes it look so damn easy! Click that link and check out some of his recipes.
Closure After what seems like months - probably because it has been months - we've finally put the wraps on our GWX Awards Feature. Over 7,000 words and a whopping twenty pages, we're confident that this feature will not only make a great read, but also inspire a great deal of hate mail.
Yes, there are some choices that I know you, our loyal readers, will be quite unhappy with. Alas, that is the nature of this dangerous business. To risk facing the wrath of several thousand fanboys on a daily basis is something I've grown quite accustomed to. I'm like a spy, really.
Overall, I'm extremely happy with the results, although there are some choices that I don't necessarily agree with. But screw it. That's what being a democracy is all about, I suppose.
I've received my fair share of contributions this past week. Here's something regarding my disdain for Survivor:
Do you realize that by watching Survivor, you are now complete? Jeff Probst rules. And the idea of 60 people being stranded without food, water, or clothing for three years is like, the bestest idea ever.
How can anyone NOT like Survivor? It's the OG of reality TV, dawg! Take it to the next plateau, jigga what, jigga who (whatever the hell that shit means)?
Yes indeed. Thanks for that, and word to your mutha.
And in case you haven't seen this site, Brian assures me that "This site is soooo fucked up it's not funny. Acually, it's funny as hell. It's the official ninja website!".
And Ken wrote in to applaud Joe's super glue incident:
I have to say that Joe story was one of the funniest stories I have heard in a long time. Keep up the good work.
We try, man. We try.
I need someone to explain to me what the appeal is to Nelly. Granted, I'm not a fan of "pop/rap" to begin with, but just looking at the guy makes me roll my eyes. Nice band-aid, moron.
Living in Minneapolis and visiting the Mall of America more times than I'd care to admit, I see all these little suburban Nelly wannabe clones running around with their baseball caps cockeyed over their dew rags, an oversized jersey, oversized pants cuffed up big, and invaribly some sort of idiotic oversized Timberlands, unlaced and flopping around like a child that put on his daddy's shoes.
Pop "culture" is at once amusing and hideous. When you approach one of these morons to discuss their choice of appearance, they say, "That's just my style."
No, idiot. That's just the style you're copying from some TRL reject who's currently enjoying his/her fifteen minutes in the spotlight.
Christ. How did I get rolling on that one?
Anyway, guess what? Our forums are down again! Whoopdideedoo! Sonny's busting his ass trying to figure it out, so please be patient with us. Of course, being a GWX reader must be a daily lesson in patience, eh?
