I've got a license! You've got an engine! Let's make a video game!

According to Rock Paper Shotgun, the Watchmen video game is surely "...the first video game that could rightly be called a masterpiece."

The screenshot of Rorschach's Journal is enough to confirm it.

and who said soap operas ain't cultured

In keeping with our policy of bringing you the best in the music business, here is one of the most innovative rock groups who are now riding the crest of the New Wave. So, without further ado, from 1982:

The B-52's on Guiding Light. (and here's Part 2, where they perform Private Idaho.)

Watch them hep kids sway awkwardly along to the beat!

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I got my first two spammer followers on Twitter. Aw, how cute. Look at 'em pimp out their FREE MACBOOK!!!1 scam.

Someone earlier today expressed pangs of conscience when deciding whether or not to deal with social networking spammers or simply live and let live, but I feel absolutely no remorse or regret immediately blocking them. It's a simple button click and it's not like they're going to get all sad about it. They didn't sign up for my incredibly witty and hilarious takes on everyday life such as "Just woke up. Oh drat." and announcements of impending migraines.

I also drowned a spider in the shower today and felt justified, albeit for a slightly different reason: the arachnid clearly broke the rules of détente by choosing to hang out in a place where there may also be naked people. I mean, let's face it: Webspinning in the ceiling corner? Go live there, little 8-legger, and be happy. Scuttling about where one might blindly reach for soap or shampoo? DOWN CAME THE RAIN AND WASHED THE SPIDER OUT. Hooray for handheld shower heads.

This all made me feel slightly productive for some reason.