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The divine animating principle. Or, a flashy animation for brand names. The Neversoft organization is running the world of rhythm/music games like Guitar Hero: World Tour, and Guitar Hero: Steely Dan, and their logo often is anthropomorphized before watching one of their games. Ol’ Blue Eye has been a skater, a Metalhead (sans rest of head), and also basically a form of bait.

So, that, plus a creepy joke….COMEDY!

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Addendum: Heh…Sugar-Frosted Christ. Twice the Calories of Sweet Jesus!

Wow.

I never thought I’d use those words outside of my forays into the arcade to play Street Fighter. But apparently, House of the Dead: Overkill has set the World’s Record for ‘Most Profane Game Ever’. I didn’t even know that was a Record. I guess if ‘Biggest Fat Guy With A Cowboy Hat And A Twin Brother On A Moped’ is a record, I guess saying the ‘f’ word a lot deserves some mention.

You know, I think that  Nintendo is setting a bad trend, though. I mean, Nintendo these days is like that friend who you’ve fallen out of touch with, but then returns and over-amps his personality to remind you who he was…Yeah, Nintendo, you made Killer Instinct…we know! Chill the ‘f’ out, man. Also, maybe this is a secret SEGA plot to ruin the Wii by dragging the Wii down the toilet. If they wanted to do that, though, they could have made suggestions during the design phase.

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Wow. The announcement of a Knights of the Old Republic MMO should send me into girly histrionics like some lady seeing the Beatles for the first time. That kind of shuddering, screaming joy should be present at the very THOUGHT of this kind of game coming out.

Alas.

What’s going on here, is that I got burned…BAD…by a Star Wars MMO in the past. And this was a huuuuuuuuuuuge stinkburger of a game. Bleccchh. Initially, living in the Star Wars Universe, beginning a path to become a droid crafter, then realizing that just building and digging and building was just wasting my money each month. And then the reveal of the secret path to Jedi was just a random drop somewhere in the millionth level, and it was basically: Spend a hundred bucks leveling in all these unrelated classes, then…YOU WILL BE A JEDI!!

Then came the patch that made everyone a Jedi, and Han Solo was the guy hanging out in the space station meeting everyone and giving them a big handshake and ‘how do you’ do to every player entering the game.

Watching the trailer for the behind the scenes stuff, I was intrigued by the possibility of everyone’s stories unfolding in the universe…but, then that would mean I could just ignore the second M in the MMORPG, and pay over and over for what amounts to a single player game with a live audience from Bioware. I’m nervous about this game, and since my laptop is designed for typing and drawing, not gaming, means BioWare lost a little money leaving out the consoles that made their KotOR franchise…you know, a franchise.

May the Force be with Y’all.

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Today’s comic is about this.

Shigeru Miyamoto is a man who has contributed to my happiness over the years. And in every broken barrel in Donkey Kong, and every crushed ’shroom in Super Mario Brothers, and every duck hunted with help from my sarcastic shit of a dog, I never once thought the man who could produce so much happiness…while making money angels, no less…could possibly know depression.

So, when a fabulously wealthy man who does for a living what I could only dream complains of depression following a commercial success, rather than disappointment…

I just go ahead and draw a smartass comic about it.

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Okay, so the comics this week are a three part story comic about the Southtown Mall, where Den and Vic work, and the oncoming train that is going to be the Microsoft Store.

Apparently, my comic ain’t all that funny to the folks who peruse it at www.isitfunnytoday.com. To that, I can only say, I don’t get it. But I have a comic coming forthwith that will explain my confusion.

In other news, Rob, one of my buddies here in town, recently had a birthday. It was officially a bash. A ‘Ballroom Blitz’. We celebrated in the local saloon attached to the local bowling alley. Upon arrival, I saw that lots of the fellas there were festooned with cowboy hats, jeans, studded belts, et al. In other words; cowboys. These guys were singing their country best, and didn’t disappoint. They even sang both kinds of music: Country AND Western. Rob, even though he looked like Hank Williams Jr., wasn’t exactly a fan of the country, so our party decided to throw down.

From ‘Ballroom Blitz’ to Journey’s ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ (sung by your humble author), the night was a drunken orgy of laughter, tears, and surprisingly few punches thrown! Actually, there was a tense moment near the end of the night, when one of the guys moseyed on over to me…and if I’m lying, I’m dying, because this dude was straight up mosey-ing.

He bombs up to me and says ‘What are you drinking?’

At the moment, it was a devil’s brew called ’Three Wise Men’….made into a drink so I could nurse it a little. 

The man then proceeds to buy me another, and demands that I sing ‘Rock Lobster’ for him and the other fiends at his table. Drunken swagger overtaking me, I then sang a rendition of Rock Lobster that was truly epic on every concieveable level. But not before I got everyone in our party to head up to the stage to sing ‘Come Sail Away’ by Styx for Rob, with Rob on the final verse and chorus doing a solo, that made everyone in the house jump up and scream.

I was still drunk the following morning. But much like Emmett Brown, I woke up with a vision of a three part story arc. 

Which is only kind of funny. So, I will also be putting up my birthday gift to Rob and John (sorry, pally, I didn’t get to do it last weekend), a little bonus comic! It’s called ‘The Curious Case of Vader’s Buttons’.

Enjoy!

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