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Borderlands continues to be one of my favorite games. Irreverent, referential, beautiful and so undeniably full of awesomeness that I’ve poured (and continue to pour) hours and hours of my life into it. To me, it basically nailed FPS and RPG simultaneously, thus negating the need anyone to do anything ever again. 

Except for this. Borderlands 2 made my heart a warm and happy place to be, just in time for the weekend. My inner siren just went invisible and exploded in a group of crazed bandits, right before licking her sexy, sweet lips. 

Sure, you could call it the Michael Bay of computer games, what with all the wubstep and robot lovin’, but fuck you. You don’t have taste. Transformers was awesome guys. It satisfied all of my needs. All of them. 

Come on guys, joy puke your face off. Do it. Bring on claptrap, Pandora, vaults, whatever. I’m ready. I will have enough skills. 

Available Sept. Inc. hibernation. 

‘lolfish’ doesn’t have quite the same ring as lolcats, but in every other way this fish beats out all its feline foes. You go, puffer fish. 

Check it.

(video via Gizmodo)

I just pledged some dollarz to Sparks, a pretty snazzy mockumentary featuring Brendan Maclean, Tom Ballard, Veronica Milsom (and many others) created by Kyran Wheatley and Warren Clarke.

It’s a great opportunity to support Australian film that isn’t a) about a dog b) about crime or c) about crime-fighting dogs* - and also bring attention to the increasingly important issue of equal marriage rights for all the people. All of them.

As Kyran says, ‘it’s very hard to convince shops to give us stuff for free’, so if you’ve got a few spare dollars left from your pay packet that you were just going to spend on condoms, whiskey and smooth, smooth dark chocolate, spin them Sparks’ way, and feel mega-bonus about yourself.

You can pledge here - and if you choose not to? Well, here’s how I feel about you.  

*Austrian/Australian=Interchangeable

The Bassett hound is my spirit animal, so you can understand why I love the balls out of this. As in, I would trade my balls to have a Bassett hound and a slow-mo camera. One ball for each thing. 

Or I could just watch this video. Either or.  

I just found this photo from midway through 2006. I thought I’d share it with you, just so you know that I’ve always, always been on trend. Always. 

I’m a some months behind in sharing this but I think it’s important that anyone who maybe missed this musical revolution is made aware of Babymetal. Hailing all the way from Japan, Babymetal are a ‘fusion of j-pop and heavy metal’ that is undeniably mind blowing. 

Right now, all of you music people can give up. Lay down your guitars, your sticks, your ‘synthesiser organs’ and go home. Kawaii has come, and it will not be stopped. Resistance is futile, etcetc. 

Plus their logo out-plays any of the Big Four by far. Seriously, how can anyone compete with this glory. 

Babymetal have a website that Google translated for me. 

I met Hugh last night - and for a pseudo-vest wearer, he’s pretty alright. Has tumbla, takes photoz.

This is Bart. He’s a little wild, but largely armless. He has pinterest (‘coz he’s forward thinking like that).

This is Amy Whitfield (or amyzin/g). I’ve known her for a time and (amongst other things) she’s taught me that people can be great and good. 

By that, I mean skilful, charming, caring and careful, as well as unbelievably welcoming of all the things. She’s an amazing person, an incredible friend and just about the best (and I truly mean, the best). 

Happy Birthday, all my love and so many drunken name-stumbles to her. 

My wall has been devoid of any decoration since I started at Capture about six months ago. Now that I’ve got a computer and well-formed butt crevice in my chair, I think it’s time to start decorating - and so, meet Charles.

Charles was sent to us as awful spam. I’ve reappropriated him as ‘ageing social media chillbro’ (that is, me in 50 years). So, if you’ve got anything for Charles to say, let me know - above or below.

Long live Charles. 

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