In which we turn to VR therapy to help us conquer the fear of quitting our jobs to become professional eSports players.
In which we celebrate Halloween by discussing things that scare us, like horror movies, the new MacBook Pros, and the possibility of switching to Windows.
In which the only thing more contentious than our opinions about the Nintendo Switch’s prospects are Mikah’s Switch-related dad jokes.
It's time to talk about Trump. Again. But not before running each other off the road and humping out of tall buildings. (In video games, sheesh. What did you think we meant?)
In which we welcome Oculus and Google into our homes with varying degrees of open arms, and then figure out which fantasy worlds we'd like to escape to once they inevitably take over.
In which we imagine a future where the Amazon delivery driver uses your smart lock to break into your house, then makes a fashionable escape in a purple getaway car with eyeliner headlight accents.
In which the wi-fi analyzes our emotions after reading about the alleged hostile work environment at Apple, and offers a bucket of sloths as consolation.
In which we balance an in-depth discussion about how the women in the Obama White House support each other by also discussing what happens when your devices give away that you're secretly "voting Republican".
In which none of the controversies surrounding the Apple Event can compare to the shocking confession that Steve nonchalantly drops on everyone. HOW RUDE.
In a world where trees are out for blood, Siri sends you in the wrong direction and YouTubers are upset about "censorship", only one thing can save us: Tacosaurus Rex.