Here’s the latest piece:
Hemily

The ol’ City of Heroes account has expired. Sadly, I was generally having more fun on the forums than I was in the game, so I decided to cancel and save myself the $15/month for booze and hookers.

There’s only so much you can expect from a game, and it served me for over three years, so I have no ire!

So: A shout out to all your CoH or V players out there, whether you’re still playing or stopped! I’m gonna do a Quittin’ Sale!

Anyone commissioning me who played the game gets a discount! You don’t even have to get a commission of your CoH character! Tell your friends! Tell your enemies! Tell the Freedom Phalanx!

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Also, for those who have become accustomed to interacting with me on a comic-based forum, may I suggest Comics Haven for all your comic-related forum-chatting needs!

Hilarious, huh? I wonder how long I’ll stay away this time!

Maybe I will do another quitting sale…

This is my brother’s emergency response team, and they’re looking for donations to help fund their trip to Haiti in order to deliver medical aid, search and rescue services, and help set up temporary aid sites, etc. They do on-the-ground work, and often pay out of their own pockets to do so.

If you’d like to check them out, their website is at: http://www.ertsarhq.webs.com/ You can take a look at some videos and images of their past work in Sri Lanka, Pakistan and elsewhere.

I mean, what’s that about? What kind of crazy post-industrial world do we live in? There’s over a hundred people in my building in a company of over 16 000 people and somehow the company makes enough money to pay us all, despite not actually producing tangible goods.

The strangeness of everyday life.

Halle-Hallelujah
Halle-Hallelujah
Halle-Hallelujah
They laid Jesus Christ in his grave.

Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot
Has laid Jesus Christ in his grave
He went to the sick, he went to the poor,
And he went to the hungry and the lame;
Said that the poor would one day win this world,
And so they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
He went to the preacher, he went to the sheriff,
Told them all the same;
Sell all of your jewelry and give it to the Poor,
But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
When Jesus came to town, the working folks around,
Believed what he did say;
The bankers and the preachers they nailed him on a cross,
And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
Poor working people, they follered him around,
Sung and shouted gay;
Cops and the soldiers, they nailed him in the air,
And they nailed Jesus Christ in his grave.
Well the people held their breath when they heard about his death,
And everybody wondered why;
It was the landlord and the soldiers that he hired.
That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky.
When the love of the poor shall one day turn to hate.
When the patience of the workers gives away
“Would be better for you rich if you never had been born”
So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.
This song was written in New York City
Of rich men, preachers and slaves
Yes, if Jesus was to preach like he preached in Galillee,
They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave.

Screenshot of Scribblenauts. The top screen displays an image of the level and various indicators. The bottom screen shows Maxwell, using a helicopter and rope to bring a tree to a lumberjack.

Let’s talk about Scribblenauts. This game is awesome. When they say “Write anything. Solve everything,” they are not kidding. You can write almost anything you can think of and have it appear in-game to interact with.

Things I’ve created:

• dog
• cat
• axe
• car
• helicopter
• otoscope
• electric outlet
• radio
• vampire slayer
• zombie hunter
• portal
• teleporter
• time machine

This is the tip of the iceberg.

Also in gaming news: Buy and play Arkham Asylum.  Stop reading this right now and just go and do it.

DO IT.