Our Shark

He doesn't have any fins!
He's got the tail fins but that's it.
That's creepy.

Way to go, Hollywood.

So here I see on IMDB that Mark Wahlberg is officially starring in the Uncharted movie. You should already know that because that says "Mark Wahlberg" and not "Nathan Fillion" this is not going to be nice.

If you've ever watched Firefly and played Uncharted, you know this would be perfect. If you haven't done either of those things, go do them both now.

Fillion is basically already Drake, and I think it's really short sighted for Sony to not at least give him a look. I really like Mark Wahlberg as an actor and I'm sure he'll do a decent enough job, but this just reeks of marketing. Wahlberg's a name and all, but that's not what this needs. We don't need to see Mark Wahlberg dressed in a Nathan Drake costume. We need to see Nathan Drake.

My Funeral: It's Everywhere You Want to Be.

I think funerals would be a lot easier to pay for/plan if they cancelled your credit cards a week AFTER you died.

I can only imagine my funeral if Visa was footing the bill. Burial at sea? Eff that, burial at at SPACE. Tony Curtis and the Robert Palmer girls put on a kick ass magic/slapstick comedy show culminating in a rocket shaped like an X-Wing blasting my paper-mache'd corpse off on a collision course with the supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy.

Hey man, I worked myself to death trying to pay the seventy thousand dollar interest on a fifteen hundred dollar laptop, so the least you guys can do is pay to dig a hole through the center of the Earth and launch my bloated dead ass down it so fast that I pop back out the other side when gravity does its thing. People can even take best on how many times I pop up out either side before I finally settle in the core.