mercoledì 10 novembre 2010

The Easter Egg

Have you ever played Borderlands? And Bioshock? I hope you done. so i will link a little vid with the best easter egg in borderlands.

venerdì 15 ottobre 2010

Axis of Awesome

You are a Birdplane.

What do you think my followers? :D Is this awesome? (and what cover do you prefer?)

giovedì 14 ottobre 2010

Hula song.

There's another Onision song here,and it's AMAZING... i think THE MOST AMAZING HULA HOOP SONG IN THE UNIVERSE

Can you do the hula hoop?
(and if you like Onision i will accept you request :D )

lunedì 11 ottobre 2010

Parental advisorlol.
Fuck Inside.

(if you play TF2 too share you steam account name and i will add you)

It's gonna be Legen- *wait for it* -dary!

sabato 9 ottobre 2010

Another Horsewat.

Ok, this is sick. Yeah but i'v heared this loop for 3 hours then i was busy in Team Fortress 2, i will link the "One time version" and the "Fucking infinite loop version"


I hope you like :D

venerdì 8 ottobre 2010

What is this i don't even.

                                          I play wow but i'm not amused. What do you think?

Waka Wat

I Just found ...well... i will stay and watch this until my death D:

Who is this guy???

quite annoing after the scond minute but... lol waka genitals !

giovedì 7 ottobre 2010



Ok seriously this man is a real artist... how about the girls? well... the girl at the left is his girfriend and the right is a random actress...(i think)

Enjoy ;D

Onisions Banana Song.

This is a little bit mindless and random.... but after the third time you have watched this you will love it :D

lunedì 4 ottobre 2010


Yeah, you think "Oh noes lolGodzilla attacks again"
but no! This time new york is uned attack by a unidentified giant murloc
This was a good movie ( quite annoing after the first hour spent in the metro ) but for the gaint Brarwl 10+

domenica 3 ottobre 2010


That Keanu Reeves. Can't turn your back for a second and he's off saving the world from the spawn of Satan while helping hot young models transition into Oscar-winning actresses. Last time he was going mano a mano with Al Pacino's Lucifer in The Devil's Advocate; now he's facing a white-tuxedoed, lisping Peter Stormare in Constantine. As a post-Matrix career move, rediscovering religion - specifically, Catholicism - might be just the ticket.
Intellectually cheeky and visually audacious, Constantine is based on the DC comic Hellblazer but only comic book geeks - excuse me, graphic novel enthusiasts - will care about the liberties taken with the source material. The rest of us are free to bask in Keanu's fabulousness and the movie's jaw-dropping images which, unlike most CGI-heavy productions, possess real aesthetic weight: when a young girl teeters on the roof of a skyscraper, you can feel the vertiginous tug of the void below her.
Copy picture Cool to the bone, Reeves inhabits John Constantine, a chain smoking paranormal gumshoe who dresses unvaryingly in the colours of his moral universe (black and white) and lives in a grungy apartment, decorated with overflowing ashtrays and gallons of holy water. Men's souls, we are told, are caught in the eternal tug-of-war between God and Satan, neither of whom are permitted to manifest on earth. They can, however, influence us by means of "half-breeds" - demon/human hybrids who speak in British accents, dress like spokesmodels for The Men's Wearhouse and look eerily like Gavin Rossdale, erstwhile frontman of the rock band, Bush.
Constantine's thoroughly original hook is that our hero's ability to see these creatures caused him to attempt suicide as a teenager. Condemned to hell when he dies, he now spends his days patrolling LA on the hunt for demons to exorcize in a desperate bid to buy his way back into heaven. ("This is Constantine, John Constantine, asshole," he tells his prey, with Neo-Bondian style.) Things get exponentially stickier when the Spear of Destiny - used to pierce Christ on the cross and until now in the possession of Mel Gibson - turns up in the hands of a Mexican farmer and the Antichrist begins its journey down the birth canal of an unsuspecting major character.
Joining forces with a gorgeous detective (Rachel Weisz), investigating her twin's suicide, Constantine questions his "contacts" for clues to Satan's immediate plans. The angel Gabriel (a wonderfully androgynous Tilda Swinton), wearing what appears to be Tony Kushner drag - distressed straitjacket and six foot wings - merely mocks his efforts, while a shady character named Midnite (Djimon Hounsou), who manages an after-hours club for the after-dead, advises him to give The Dark One some space. Undeterred, Constantine plants himself on the electric chair from Sing-Sing, sticks his feet in a bucket of water, and takes a trip to Dante-town.

Constantine is best enjoyed by ignoring the Milton-centric mythology and surrendering to the movie's lush atmosphere and wicked performances. Director Francis Lawrence, fresh from music videos, naturally, and acclaimed cinematographer Philippe Rousselot have created a post-apocalyptic LA, where rats and crabs infest the gutters and demons dissolve into clouds of scurrying roaches. Rousselot keeps the center of the screen deep and dark while framing everything - cowering bums on damp sidewalks, a body crashing through a skylight - in fizzing streetlights and sickly-yellow fluorescents. The light in this film is as absolute as its morals.
Messy and illogical, Constantine works mainly because of Reeves. Like a magnet, he draws all the disparate elements beneath his flapping black coat and holds them up for our attention. And if you have trouble accepting a tortured antihero driven not by philanthropy but by his own mortality, just watch Keanu. He'll make you believe.