This past weekend was the last stop of the Nintendo Switch Preview Tour. From Toronto to San Francisco, and finally down to L.A., fans of the Big N have been able to preview the new system all winter before its release. Of course, the Switch launched on March 3, as well as early Game of the Year candidate for any gaming publication, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Link’s new adventure has garnered universal acclaim from those who have played it. It would be a shock to see if critics didn’t like enjoy the game, but it’s nonetheless comforting to know Nintendo has scored big out of the gate.
Spoilers for How I Met Your Mother below.
The headline is a question more for the Internet, not myself. I’m okay with the ending of How I Met Your Mother. More than okay, in fact. Continue reading
Here’s a gripe about Stranger Things: where are the Larry Bird jerseys? This is Hawkins, after all, a fictional town set in Indiana, in 1983. Bird, who at this time had won Rookie of the Year and an NBA championship for the Boston Celtics, first became a basketball legend in his native French Lick, Indiana. He took his college, Indiana State, to the championship game in 1979. “Stranger Things” would have scored major points if one of the background characters — heck, even one of Steve Harrington’s bozo friends, adorned Bird’s famous 33 over an undershirt in a couple of scenes.
“If it all goes wrong, and I’m a heart without a home, maybe you can talk me out …
of doing myself in.”
Chris Cornell, “Worried Moon”
(This is for the novel, and spoilers follow)
Louisa Clark, 27 years old, able-bodied but immature in the mind, decides this will be her mission while tending to Will Traynor: to keep him from dying. More bluntly, to talk him out of killing himself. Will, a once-successful and proud British man, is in a wheelchair; a C5-6 quadriplegic after a street accident one morning in 2007. Two years later, and he is dead set on finding peace in a place in Switzerland, where he can comfortably end his life.
There is Axl Rose, running, always running. He never seems to stop. Whether it’s 1991 and he’s in biker shorts throwing tantrums and quitting halfway through gigs, or whether it’s 2016 and he’s in jeans ripped at the knees, the capricious vocalist sprints from side to side of the gigantic stage. It’s almost like he’s angry, like you said something bad about his girl and he’s about to kick your ass. Then, suddenly, like a track star who’s finished the race, he pulls up and his neck sticks out, peering into the throngs of people surrounding his stage. Maybe he’s searching for that guy talking smack. Or maybe he’s just looking for approval.
It’s a curious question, to be honest. Most of us (at least those 25 and older) probably own more music in physical formats than we do movies or television. And even then, music is inherently more personal than any other medium. Whether it holds memories of times when your crush didn’t like you back, or when your family fell apart, or that one holiday season when everything came together, our favorite music — more specifically, albums — are always with us: Your favorite songs don’t just stay in your head: they bury themselves in your heart, for better or for worse.
She couldn’t stop sweating. And she was hungry. So after A Day to Remember had finished playing its rousing set, replete with T-shirt guns and flying toilet paper, we thought it might be a good time to step outside to the concourse area and grab pizza, or a pretzel. We chose pizza.