In which I proffer a buncha crap about Darren Aronofsky’s latest committed-to-screen fever dream.
Second time’s the charm, as it turns out.
And I didn’t even have to buy it twice this time!
RAPTOR ARMY, BAY-BEEEEEEEEEE!
I’m sorry if you wanted to be a different kind of sad animal, but ciest la vie.
Y’all is a sad horse.
We’re gonna be doing something a little different today!
My friend Bradwyn Mangston, who is absolutely real and definitely not an intensely facetious, aburdist mockery of lunk-headed video game pundits masquerading as “journalists”, is eager to begin his new career as a video games “journalist”, having successfully read the Wikipedia article for journalism the other day.
So, ya boi decided to give him some space on the blog to let him spew words! So please enjoy Bradwyn’s first (but hopefully not last) BRAD TAKE:
Things I ain’t ‘fraid of: Ghosts, occassionally dogs, cats, but not when they scratch.
Things I am ‘fraid of: Spiders, ants, fire ants, bull ants, green ants, grasshoppers, frogs, commitment, emotional intimacy, dying alone, the CIA, FBI, NRA, NSA, NASA, ASIO, EPA, ELO, larger than normal chickens, smaller than normal chickens, normal chickens, Chicken Run, large dogs, dogs that sense my desperate loneliness, dying alone, dying Stallone (as in dying while doing a bad impression of Sylvester Stallone), dying Malone (same as before, but doing a bad impression of Sam Malone), scones, The Discourse™, ghosts.
This list seemed smaller when I first started writing it. Shit.
Hey everyone! I’ve finally reviewed Agents of Mayhem, for your reading pleasure.
Though I think its a bit more like Agents of MEH-hem!
I’ll show myself out, sorry everyone.