The Advocate

... The dumpster fire (Trumpster fire?) fueled on bullshit and bigotry by Darth Cheeto, AKA The Orange Menace, AKA Spray-Tan Hitler, AKA Twitterer in Chief, AKA ROTUS, AKA Apocalypse Now, AKA Donald Drumpf. How, might you ask? How can I possibly tear myself away from the litany of news feeds  (or, in the words of Republicans "fake news," AKA "alternative facts," AKA lies) showcasing #45's brick-shitting and eye-gouging stupidity?  I watch hilarious videos, of course! So, for your distracting pleasure in-between bouts of social justice, activism, and maybe even a little subversion, I give you my choicest selections: Trust me, the Russian Mafia Story just makes you want to cry tears of collegiate joy -- even if you were a "non-traditional" student like myself! It also makes so much sense when you think about college kids, Russia, and White people Whitepeopling. (Which I am told is, indeed, a verb, so fuck you.) This video is probably the

The commodification of nerd culture into the mainstream has brought with it both Jedi... and Sith, among us. In this case, I am speaking of Ernest Cline's "Armada" and Adam Sandler's "Pixels." These are 2 pieces of art -- novel and film, respectively -- that draw upon the rich history of nerdy geekdom in similar stories. However, where one succeeds the other fails. Miserably. Horribly. It wasn't just a setback; it was a goddamn tragedy. In Cline's novel, you're basically getting War Games meets Ender's Game, with a healthy dose of The Last Starfighter and Knights of the Old Republic to boot with smatterings of old-school games like Galaga, etc. The essential premise is that aliens misinterpret our intentions when we sent all those space-probes looking for life and we, in turn, grossly misinterpret their attempts to communicate with us such that a full-scale war breaks out requiring the help of Hero Protagonist in the guise of your pro

  (For this level of deadly cuteness) Or are you? Consider the query. Welcome to this blog! This will become a repository for my gamer, geek, nerd, dork, dweeb, dofus, and otherwise awesome passions. (That you will not find in such abundance on my other blogs and web-based whisperings.) So I thought it worthwhile to open it with the infamous words of the late-but-soon-to-be-revived Illidan Stormrage of Warcraft, one of my all-time favorite computer gaming franchises. Don't worry; you'll get used to my eccentricities. This blog is, especially, dedicated to the late-night grinders such as myself -- the 4 AM, red-eye-lidded, HotPocket + Dr. Pepper = ulcer, incessant thought-wanderers who haunt the alleyways of the cyberspace for no better reason than habit. Do you grind LFR the Monday before server reset for Xmog grear? Then this blog is for you! Do you google minor plot points to John Scalzi novels while your spouse has long since passed out on the couch? Then thi