This thing which is a triumphant return to rabble-rousing. You'd think most of these people would have something better to do during the day. This thing which is more of the same. If but one PlayStation3 owner forgets to login to "PSN" today and doesn't impulse-buy a game because they were too busy "fire-fighting" on the internet, it will all have been worth it. This thing which is a review of the Gears of War 2 trailer. Revel in our barely-concealed disgust of the tedious men-going-"HOLY SHIT" franchise. This thing about Scarlett Johansson's chest and new album. This thing about our new internet boyfriend Aaron Greenberg being 100% AWESOME. This thing about the Urban Tool Sportholster, because you can't not use pictures like this when they come along:
A site about games and game paraphernalia and how nothing's as good as we remember it, probably because we used to inhabit a FANTASY WORLD.
What are we half-heartedly skimming RIGHT NOW?
Each post .02% worse than the last.
THE HTML ERAS
When men used to till the pages by hand.
12 years of wheat and chaff in one vast and impenetrable mass.
Some updates weren't universally hated by the entire world within seconds of being uploaded.
Links to that blog of yours you started up and were excited about for a whole weekend.
Some people we might've MET. Or at least seen in a room and been near.
Other sites we are happy to officially endorse without requiring Adwords spend.
Having one is compulsory, apparently. Ours is here. It is not meant to be funny.
People off the internet. Quality and commitment levels may vary.
It came with the template. Maybe in 2014 we'll jump on board the Twitter train and put that in here. Or a radio. That'd be nice.