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Well they dropped the full trailer...

The Dragon Age writers team knowing what they do..

Arizona's Secretary of State 'stripped' of duties after criticizing election audit (msn.com)

Probably to highlight that Desire is that androgenous being that represents all sexes at the same time, which adds to the effect of them casting a non-binary actor in the role.

Hm, Netflix announcing more casting for the upcoming Sandman adaption...

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Oblivion really had no soul compared to Morrowind. I could spend hours and hours roaming around in Morrorwind, following the story, following lore, doing all the random stuff. Tried that with Oblivion and just found it mind-numbing. Oblivion is one of the few games I've started but never finished.

Prior to that comic run in the 70's, they'd been background "mystery" characters. The occasional deus ex machina for advice or plot mcgubbins. That 70's comic run was Kirby pulling it all together into a more consistent thing and reasons for their existence. Basically the immortal supermen created by the Celestials back millenia ago when mankind was still coming out of the trees. They grabbed assorted proto-humans, examined the genome, evolved, genespliced, played pattycake with the dna, and created them for certain purposes (which change, depending on which Marvel Universe you happen to be looking at). The Eternals lurked in the background, became the wise Merlin types mostly to offer advice and guidance, with some wandering the villainy line, and others turning into looking for the next adrenaline high to stave off the boredom of eternity. Generally self-policing to not have too much of a splashy effect on humanity.

Young Indiana Jones Chronicles Proved Indy Works Without Harrison Ford (collider.com) It is a shame it isn't streaming anywhere. Makes me glad I managed to pickup the DVD's a decade or so back...

Hey, don't diss on Gat out of Hell. Who didn't want a musical and Daniel Dae Kim belting out those numbers?

SR2 is worth playing. It's... interesting. They haven't totally embraced the wacky like SR3 and 4 did, and the story runs through some elements that one minute is insanely over the top and has you giggling, and then it serves up something horrifying and emotionally a gut punch. Before running right back to giggling insane. You can definitely see how they were trying to find their unique identity, and they still manage to pull in Keith David, along with Neil Patrick Harris as Veteran Child just makes it so worthwhile.

Henry Cavill Says Highlander Reboot Will Be An Adventure Fans Will Never Forget (wegotthiscovered.com)

Since David refuses to desist from his incessant punnery, I have reluctantly concluded that I have an obligation to determine which circle of Hell he is destined to occupy in the afterlife. Unfortunately, the great sage Dante Alighieri left us no clear guidance on the subject. It seems clear that the eternal damnation of punsters must lie on one of three levels: Either the Third (Gluttony), the Seventh (Violence) or the Eighth (Fraud.) A good case can certainly be made for the first two. Gluttony, in that the punster has an insatiable and never-satisfied craving for the lowest form of humor in existence. And Violence, of course, since the essence of his "humor" is the brutal mangling of sane language usage. Nonetheless, I think the best case can be made for condemnation to the Eighth Circle of Hell, which Dante designated at the destination of those guilty of fraud. Within the eighth circle is another called the Malebolge (“Evil Pockets”), which houses 10 separate bolgias (“ditches”). In these exist types of those who commit fraud: panderers/seducers; flatterers; simoniacs (those who sell ecclesiastical preferment); sorcerers/astrologers/false prophets; barrators (corrupt politicians); hypocrites; thieves; false counselors/advisers; schismatics (those who separate religions to form new ones); and alchemists/counterfeiters, perjurers, impersonators, etc. Each bolgia is guarded by different demons, and the inhabitants suffer different punishments, such as the simoniacs, who stand head-first in stone bowls and endure flames upon their feet. Fraud is the very essence of the punster's "art." He begins a sentence or paragraph by positing a clear and logical use for a given word or term, and then at the very end distorts it into sheer nonsense. Where else could he wind up but in the Eighth Circle? His sad but just fate to be suspended over a moat filled with alligators by a hook driven through his conniving tongue