Groundhog Day Continues
I’ve always been more of a Marvel girl – well, not the Marvel Girl – but a Marvel fan who is also a girl. Still, as much as I’ve followed Marvel Comics forever, having purchased my first Wolverine at the tender age of six, my favourite superhero has always been Batman.
I’ve never been a fan of Justice League, having always found DC’s pantheon to be full of boring characters (especially a Batmanless Superman). Still, I thought that Bat-trickle would be worth it all. I milked the entire series, including Justice League Unlimited for more Batman and in the process, I discovered something I never expected: Batman isn’t the only thing I could ever love in DC. I’ll do my best to whiz through my opinions of the buffet of shows I’ve gobbled down in the past month.
I grew up watching Batman: The Animated Series, Batman/Superman Adventures, that bubblegum adaptation with Adam West, and every last live action Batman flick, with the sole and very pointedly chosen exception of Halle Berry’s Catwoman. Any time a new Batflick is out, I’m on it like Bane on Venom. Under the Red Hood, Year One, Dark Knight Returns… It was inevitable that I would eventually run out of material that wouldn’t commit me to a new addiction of pouring my money into a comic subscription. Luckily, two of my best buds in Brooklyn know DC much better than I do, and were ready, willing, and eager to point me to some new stuff.
Living in Toronto while I work in Miser-auga means my only free time is between 10pm and 6am. This leaves very few non-alcoholic options for spending my time. Thanks to the return of some of my favourite shows, the opinions of the nerds on the internet and the direction of my own tasteful nerd circle, I’ve found a few shows to keep myself entertained.
I must say, it’s been a while since I’ve had this much to watch on a regular basis, and I’ve been mostly pleased. As promised, I do intend to make my rounds and review those series that have caught my attention. Now, I know it’s a tad late for some of these, but dammit I have an opinion and a keyboard, so you leave me no choice. And don’t make me warn you about spoilers. You’re reading a review posted well after the day of release. Deal with it.
In other news, it’s Groundhog Day. That means that I will repeat this day a number of times until I get it right. That means I will make a different decision each time as to which review I ought to post. That means I will likely be repeating myself a lot, and periodically checking Facebook to see if my friend Joey has posted another status of, “Phil? Phil Connors???!!!”
Ready? Here we go
Take 1 – Sherlock: A Post Mortem
in which i briefly summarize my thoughts on series 3, recall the twistings and turnings of the fanbase, and puke a little in my mouth
assassin’s creed 3: nothing is true. everything is permitted… even having an assassin character that you don’t find even remotely cool
Disclaimer: I’d warn you about spoilers ahead, but if you haven’t played this series by now, there’s something wrong with your life. Check out the youtube videos if you’d like to catch up on the plot.
Due to the onslaught of work, school, then work and a giant move east, I started in on the Assassin’s Creed bandwagon rather late.
Sure, my Faux Bro Don kept bugging me to play this masterpiece of a game, but I simply had bigger, uglier fish to fry. However, once I had comfortably settled into my new city and (after mixed success) retired from the Toronto dating scene, you can bet the first thing I did with my spare time was tackle Ubisoft’s favourite franchise on my PS3.
I would not regret it. Except 3. Screw 3.
the majority of these characters are cool, but let’s showcase the crap one!
september 24th – isle of quel’danas
Grudgingly, I accepted the invitation from an old paladin I hadn’t seen in weeks. I would help him with his silly retro dungeon run. I would venture into the instance for the first time on a retail server. I would scoff at the infinitesimal probability that I, Elethir, would be able to loot this legendary bow from two expansions ago. Then, as has happened unnaturally frequently over the course of six years, the rollhaxx gods smiled upon me.
my hunter is now officially legendary
So, I know I promised stories about Nate’s visit, but alas – I’ve lied again. With Linux class, game trials, introducing my roommate to the genius of Ronald D Moore’s reimagining of Battlestar Galactica and three (that’s right) three neurotic cats in the apartment, what’s a nerd girl to do?
Why, shirk her responsibilities as a writer and get wired on coffee, of course. Oh, and paint her nails. Repeatedly.
As I’ve noticed that I haven’t posted anything exceptionally nerdy in a while, I figured I’d give all (possibly two) of my readers (you know who you are) a quick rundown of the game demos I’ve been nomming on over the past week or so. Bear in mind that most of these can be nabbed off of the Steam client or are offered in glorious downloadable format from their respective official sites. Join me after the jump for my half-assed, jumbled-together-at-one-in-the-morning review of some simply stellar games. Feel free to “ooh” and “ahh” at my handiwork as well. Bahah. Handiwork. Oh, man. I’m no better than the writers of Relic Hunter now.
my n00bish attempts at a french manicure. it’s okay. you don’t have to like it.
this is what you get when you take uncanny, astonishing, new, and x-treme, mix them all together and give them shiny new ideas to replace all the tired old ones
In typical nerd fashion, my friends and I made a b-line for the theatres once X-Men: First Class was released. For a number of reasons, I really wasn’t expecting much more than a sore face. You know, due to excessive facepalming.
What were those reasons? There was the gruelling experience that had been X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Furthermore, the original posters for XMFC looked like they’d been done by an eight year old on MS Paint. (Not the one on the right. That one’s nice.) And Kevin Bacon? Really? I don’t know if I can take a super-Bacon villain seriously. I didn’t care about the shiny trailers; the first fifteen minutes of X2 were mindblowing, but the rest was a disappointment. By that logic, there was a high likelihood that this movie was going to suck.
I consider this one of many situations where I’m glad I turned out to be wrong.
X-Men: First Class was awesome. In my opinion, absolutely nothing in the entire Marvel Universe could ever hope to make up for – or undo the emotional damage that was – X-Men Origins: Wolverine.