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"Always be yourself....unless you suck."
- Joss Whedon

Joss Whedon is the writer/director who created such iconic television shows as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and my personal favorite, Firefly.  His career doesn't stop there, however, he also created the TV show Dollhouse, wrote the Firefly spin-off movie Serenity, and created the Time Magazine Top 10 Web Series Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog.  At the start of his career, he wrote two movies which were huge in my childhood, Toy Story and Titan A.E., and most recently he is a writer/producer of the horror movie hit The Cabin in the Woods and is the writer/director of the new record-breaking box office hit The Avengers.

Before his two most recent movie hits, Joss Whedon was a bit of an enigma.  He has a rabid fanbase, who fight tooth and claw to support every project he signs on to, and yet none of his projects besides Buffy, Angel, and Dr. Horrible have been very successful.  Firefly was cancelled after only 13 episodes, and despite a couple of seasons, Dollhouse received lukewarm reviews from critics and fans alike.  Despite all this, the members of the Whedonverse (as diehard fans call themselves) have always spouted his praises to anyone who will listen (myself included).  There was a period of time, however, that Joss was underground enough that people who liked knowing new, undiscovered movies and tv shows would jump on the chance to learn about Joss Whedon.  He was like The Shins after Garden State, he was hip and cool to know about.  Then Joss Whedon got just large enough to lose those people.  Suddenly there were newer, lesser known "genius'" and no one was willing to explore Joss Whedon anymore.  Everyone had heard of him, but he had so many flops that people felt he must not be very talented.  Despite my cries of his genius, and at the injustice of the canceling of his tv shows, no one was willing to give Joss the time of day anymore.  I did what any good member of the Whedonverse did when such a moment arises, I sat down and watched Firefly from start to finish followed by Serenity, I watched the entirety of Buffy, and I cursed the world that ignored my celebricrush, and waited until next year's Comicon in order for Joss to reveal something awesome for me to look forward to.

Then something strange happened, Marvel announced that Joss was their man to write/direct the culmination of all of these superhero movies, The Avengers.  

I sat up a little in my seat.  "I'm sorry, who?  My man?  Joss Whedon?  The guy who creates everything that is good and holy for television/movies, but the studios never like it so they fire him and cancel his shows?  Marvel Studios is trusting The Avengers to him?  They're trusting Joss with Robert Downey Jr as Iron Man, Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury, Chris Hemsworth as Thor, Chris Evans as Captain America, and Edward Norton as The Hulk?  Dear sweet jesus this is going to be the greatest movie of all time, and no one but me is going to like it!  Wait, what?  Oh they fired Edward Norton and hired Mark Ruffalo?  Well he's gonna suck in that role."  All of those thoughts went through my head.  I told everyone Joss was taking it over, and predictably, everyone told me that like all the rest of his movies and tv shows, this would be underwhelming, and only a select few people would get it.

Guess what didn't happen?


 
 
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The summer after my sophomore year, I picked up a used copy of "Mass Effect".  I'd heard a ton about it, but had never spent any time playing through the system.  In a nutshell, the game is an action sci-fi about a character, Commander Shepard, who can be male or female based on early character creation.  In the future of the human race, we find a whole plethora of other species and live alongside them in the galactic communities.  In the first game, Shepard is sent after a rogue agent named "Saren" of a different species who is trying to take over the galaxy with a race of self-thinking robots called the Geth.  We find later that Saren has been brainwashed by a race of superior synthetic beings called the Reapers, and the fight turns to them as the bad guy.  Through games two and three, Shepard and the other races struggle to survive in the face of these superior beings. 

What was interesting about this series, was it was open-galaxy sandbox style game.  As you met characters, made choices about which missions to undertake, spoke with characters throughout the games, and ended missions in certain ways with huge decisions affecting the future of certain characters or species, the game adapted with you.  At the end of game one, there had been several hundred decisions, all of which affected which characters lived, died, or what their life trajectory was. Enter game 2, and all of those choices were imported and the timeline continued.  Time and time again you saw choices you made in the previous game affecting your current one.  Characters who died in game 1, were suddenly not present in game 2.  At the end of game 2, all the choices of game 1 AND 2 were imported into game 3.

Woof.

 
 
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I'm so sorry boys, but a bet's a bet
Well hello there everyone,

This is officially the most awkward post I have ever had to do.  As some of you know, I am a diehard New England sports fan, especially for the Patriots and Tom Brady.  My housemate, John Gardner, is a huge New York sports fan, specifically for Eli Manning and the Giants.  Obviously this caused a serious problem for our household.  A wager was placed on the outcome of this past sunday's Super Bowl.

As you may know if you've looked at a newspaper or seen the news in the last couple of days, my team lost.  Not badly, it was actually an amazing game of football.  However, I still had to uphold my end of the wager.  I would tell you all about it, but I think that ruins how epic this bet truly was.  So without further ado, I give you the video of the destruction of my personal honor, and one of the most sickening experiences I've ever had to sit through.

 
 
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For anyone who's had the misfortune of talking to me in any context in the last 3 months, you know that I am absolutely obsessed with the a'cappella group, Pentatonix.  They are the group that just won season 3 of the NBC a'cappella competition The Sing-Off over my high school brother-in-arms Michael Odokara-Okigbo.  

Pentatonix is an amazing group for a few reasons.  One, they were one of the smallest groups on the show, and yet they had one of the biggest sounds.  What's remarkable about the small group, is that in almost every other group, there were at least two people singing each part.  If one ran out of breath?  He could stop for a second then come back in.  If one got off pitch, he had the other to pick him back up.  Not Pentatonix, Pentatonix has only themselves to trust, and their arrangements were complicated, amazingly specific, and each time added a little trick pony (usually from Avi or Kevin, the Bass and Beatboxer respectively) to make their songs fresh, original, and fun.  I love Michael, I mean he might have been the most engaging person in any of the groups, and easily the crowd favorite of the show, but the Aires were not going to win.  It would be too hard to give an a'cappella recording contract to a bunch of ivy league guys majoring in philosophy.  It's not their world, you know?  Pentatonix?  A bunch of young, entertainment-minded individuals who formed the group specifically for The Sing-Off?  Now I'm interested.  In the first week, when the group stepped forward and sang "ET" by Katy Perry, I was pretty certain they were going to win.  There was something they had no other group had, call it "Backstreet Boys" syndrome, but they were a group that needed a label.  The others were just amazing a'cappella groups.