Road To Impressed

I started being fed a ton of ads for Greenland 2: Migration, which sounds like it would be a special presentation by Nat Geo, but I hadn't seen the first one and also I didn't know there had been a first one. It seems like that would be the end of this story; there's lots of things I don't know, and this was just one more. But then Gabe was talking about how excited his family was to go and see the movie last weekend. In his house, Greenland is apparently a frequently returned-to comfort watch! Which is maybe, you know, a little odd.

The presumption I used to have was that nostalgia was my elders' version of the drugs I was doing. For them, it was absolutely deleterious nonsense and they should be sheepish about it. Now that I am myself an Elder, I see that nostalgia was a crutch for these weaklings - the weaklings who fashioned brick by brick the hideous world we must endure. By comparison, my own nostalgia is carved from marble, a material thing, and represents the weight and precision of fact.

The most formative part of my life was spent in a kind of ahistorical interregnum. Many people were under the impression that history was over, and from where they were standing they could certainly make a case. I think it's sorta beyond debate that many things were better, but I am a gentleman. Let's tart it up linguistically, if that will help. Would it be better to say that this previous era was different, and that some of these phenomena could be said to have degraded since?

A dark harvest has come - one which our fully armed and operational Penny Arcade Store is prepared to manage.  Potent values.  Fuckin, y'know...  get ready: 

There was a boss that made him quit Metroid Prime 4, but he rallied later simply so the official record would not record him having been defeated by it. He ultimately found success, but it eroded what was left of his affection for the game. There's a lot of post-mortem content out there about the game's difficult birth, but the early part I played was cool and good! Maybe I just stop there.

I hope you mofos didn't have any expectations going into the final Absolute strip, because we're gonna subvert all that shit. Scripts? Flipped. You simply aren't ready - flat-footed, naive - unless you thought it was gonna be another silly dumb one. Those people are still locked in. The others, ravaged by our potent psychological content, are lost - they're careening around the place like Beyblades.

Okay, so, when we were writing this one - which we thought was surely the last of its ilk - we were texting about these "Goons" in the first panel and came up with a way to make it even more stupid. Dumber than ever! And it was already pretty Goddamn dumb.

Gabe's been buying comics through Comixology and reading them on his fancy pants color Kindle thing, and I started messing with it because now I want to catch up on shit, but he's essentially grabbing digital versions of trades and I am looking for a buffet. The Comixology subscription thing felt like a pain in the ass to use; I tried the trial and shut it down the next day. Because most of what I want to catch up on is DC shit I tried our their buffet and glutted myself on Absolutes, both Batman and Wonder Woman, and chewed up Woman of Tomorrow which was an absolute blast. Now I see why he wanted to draw all this crazy crap, and today's offering is the dark fruit of this obsession. Monday's will be also! And then I think he will go to his rest because he's going crazy on these and probably developed an RSI.

Thank Christ - our Twitch Mod turned So Much More™ reminded me that there is such a thing as a Newspost, which is a good thing, because I have been absolutely enveloped by another realm. I'll get to that in a second. But my eldest is home from college and sad for a reason I cannot fully discern, my youngest is navigating a social realm only fully known to sixteen year old girls, my super hot wife is buried in an indescribable sewing task, and I have a fever which is revealing things about The Batman I never truly perceived before while I develop a solo/cooperative tactics RPG founded in the rich loam of Sequential Art, which means - among other things - that time doesn't one hundred percent exist. Sorry! My head and face are very hot. In other news, Gabe fucking murdered this comic. It's dead! Call the police.

If I just didn't like Avatar that would be one thing, but the proxy data of Avatar movies being one of very few series to approach - let alone maintain - the heights of yesteryear have turned it into a puzzlebox. Everybody has a Star Wars; for us, it was Star Wars. For Gabe's youngest, Noah, his Star Wars is still Star Wars but it isn't ours - it's The Clone Wars. I hope there was a cadre for whom Lord of the Rings was their Star Wars, but I suspect this demographic slice was Star Wars'd by the books and movies about the wizards and the school.

These are strange days between Christmas and New Years. I don’t tend to accomplish much other than eating too much See’s candy, reading and playing some games. I have eaten, read, and played some really cool stuff though and I want to share.

When I see the Highguard trailer, I essentially want to install it immediately - and I could, because it's free, but I can't, because it's not out. It's not hard to see the influences, which are every great game, some of which were made originally by people at the studio putting it together. You can jump off a hill onto a ghost horse. You can use a wand to licklessly enter the center of a mystical Tootsie Pop. You can do a lip trick off a giant human skull into a burning vagina. You can use a sword to Amazon Prime a battering ram to fuck up an enemy dome! I just got a dome for Christmas, and I'm returning it. I don't even see the point of having a dome with these things runnin' around.

Alright! So that's all the frogs we have for you at this time. You dodged a frog bullet here, people: this ended so nice that we decided to just let it live. But I got a real cool idea for the next three and they're basically done. So, next time the flesh is weak - or we aren't able to form a strip from the shrapnel of a once functional society - we have an artisinal crutch ready to go.

Out of the frying pan, into three suprisingly unpleasant panels! I don't know what the memory situation is for frog eggs but we gotta hope just for his sake that his occipital lobe hasn't developed yet. He doesn't super need it right now because of the jar situation and it's fine if all that stuff just kinda happens… out there.

Lord only knows what could be going on here! The idea that we might want to leverage dreaded continuity to paper over some personal deficiencies - such as the universal human need for rest - gave way as it typically does into something we really wanted to do and it just took more than one strip to do it. It might take more than three strips to do it! Or just three. I think we'll probably come back to it, for cool reasons you will like.

All I knew about The Lord of the Rings: Fate of the Fellowship was that it was basically impossible to buy - even for ready money. It wasn't clear to me at the time that it was Pandemic: Middle Earth, because if it had been, that's a beg, borrow, or steal scenario. Imagine having that shit over the break! That's what Mork was imagining, no doubt. And he will continue to.

I had seen this dude before, because he's a megafauna in a very specific context, and I never saw a rabbit hole I didn't want to inhabit for a while. But Morak had mentioned that whenever they turned the camera back on this guy, he was holding some crazy, borderline imaginary geometry to his lips and blowing through it. It's not something you have to imagine - you can literally see it here: