Monday Morning Commute: hello space-satan? is the deal still on the table?
Welcome to Monday Morning Commute, my friends. I’m going to spare you my usual Fusillade of Verbosity for the week. ‘Cause honestly I have a bit of a headache, and the SpiritsVapors are burning out in my synapses quicker than I anticipated. Don’t snort them, Caff. The GraveBits are tired. You will metabolize them too quickly. You know better! You know better. And I do. But when you’re tired, and you got a bit of the sludge-blood, what else can you do?
You can lay down.
Or you can grab your shovel.
You can lay down.
Or you can don your flame-flecked leotard.
You can lay down.
Or you can waltz into the cemetery in that flame-flecked leotard, smash Earth with your shovel, harvest the GraveBits. Indulge the SpiritsVapor. And, for but a moment, surf the Decaying Plane, doing kick-flips of inspiration as you mete out yet another column at the expense of former-human’s evaporating essence turned Dust.
You can lay down.
But I ain’t gonna.
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I’ve been fucking with Apple Music lately. It’s been largely hyped as differentiating itself from other streaming services by virtue of its curation capabilities. And I’m going to level with you — it’s impressed me. I mean, a fucking “Battle Metal” playlist? Sign me up.
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Metal Gear Solid 5 drops next week, and it’s cleaning up in the good reviews department. I haven’t been able to muster giving a fuck about pretty much any game lately, but cultural curiosity has me pledging myself to this game. Kojima’s gone, this is his final opus, and I have to experience it for myself.
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I’m one episode behind on Mr. Robot. But I’m going to catch-up tonight. I’m one episode behind on Mr. Robot, but I’ll be goddamn if I don’t watch the finale live. Live I say! Oh, to dream.
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I caught The Thing at the Brattle Theater this past Saturday. I thought I understood my depths of love for this movie. But I didn’t. ‘Cause I hadn’t seen the movie since I read Lovecraft’s At The Mountains of Madness. Holy deep influence. And now I love that fucking flick even more. Elder Ones Bless.
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That’s. You Know. What’s on my mind, as the last of the FormerPeople leave my hemoglobin. The sludge-blood returns. The ennui declares itself Here.
What are you folks looking forward to this week?