Given how much I liked Killer 7, here's yet another game on the Wii that I'm excited for. Watch the trailer if you have the time.

Ok now there's a reason to get a PS3. Granted it's just one and may not be compelling enough but Ninja Gaiden is the reason that I got an Xbox. The two questions though: is this just another rehash or is it a new game? Will it be available for the 360? Those will determine how soon I need a PS3.

Now November's Really Going to Suck

This time, I really hope it's delayed.

So I'm not the only on that didn't like Black Dahlia. Granted, I didn't think it was as bad as Filthy, but I was really fucking bored after the first twenty to thirty minutes. Anyway, Filthy's a much better critic than I so he's able to explain what's wrong with it. Thanks for that.

In the past couple of months I've come to care for John Hodgman a great deal. In fact, BOETP is out right now picking up his book for me. Here's an interview with him that I read earlier this week.

I'm Pretty Sure This Lady Is Going to Hell

So I got a pamphlet from Dianne Primavera recently. I haven't read up on her extensively, but from what I gather from her pamphlet, she's running on the "I had cancer. Vote for me or you're a dick." platform.

I stole this from Jared. Badass.

I am so fucking stoked for November 19th! I don't think I've ever gotten this bent out of shape for a console launch. I also don't think I've ever been this excited for a first person shooter (just watch the trailer, seriously... do it).

Here's a Shocker

Well, the crocodile hunter is dead. Look, I didn't wish the guy harm or anything (at least not that I can remember... I may have when I watched about 5-minutes of that godawful movie he was in, but it was really bad) but is this really news?

I am quite shocked and distressed at Steve Irwin's sudden untimely and freakish death

The guy spent his time getting his kicks playing with deadly animals. If it didn't happen this week, it was bound to happen next week. Not that I'm judging: if you want to spend your time stabbing yourself in various body parts, to see if you'll live, hell if I care. You're not hurting anyone and you're doing something you enjoy (apparently), but if you die it's not shocking or freakish and it's especially not tragic news.

This is the same thing that pisses me off when a bunch of astronauts get "blowed up." If it's been your life's dream to go into space, dying on the way up or down probably isn't on the top 10 worst ways to go for you. I hope that I die like that (not in a rocket but doing something I love or have always wanted to do).

Anyway, Steve Irwin: he liked fucking with deadly wild animals and that's how he died. I hope it was worth it.