Monday Morning Commute: Trickle Down Cybernetics
How are you folks doing? Man — it’s been a minute since I sat down at my computer. Or, I suppose, sat my laptop down upon me. Spent the weekend hanging out with friends, slinging insane amounts of caffeine into my veins. Watching grown men throw balls into the air while I bark at them nonsensically. Imbuing the frivolities with so much importance, way too much importance, playing right into the distractionary hands of The Powers That Be.
But hey. It’s with friends. There are probably worse ways to spend the weekend than eating too much, farting too much, laughing too much, and the such, right? Even if the macguffin is SportEvent.
Anyways — now that I am at my computer, I shall compose this. Monday Morning Commute!
The weekly column where I give the rundown of the things I’m looking forward to this week, engaging in this week, playing this week, fearing this week, et cetera et cetera et cetera into Oblivion. Then, ideally, comma splice, comma splice, you come at me with your own anticipations.
Or really, just hang out with me in the comments section. Tell me about your anal warts — no lie I saw a pamphlet for it today in the check-up room today at the doctor’s office, or anything equally random. Let’s burn the midnight oil together.
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Still reading Asimov’s Foundation. It’s fucking staggeringly awesome. Asimov is yet another Cassandra unheeded, showing how Empires rise and fall. But hey. Maybe just like Hari Seldon would say, its too much for any one man or collection of men to stave off.
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The trailer for the second half of Star Wars Rebels‘ second season has roped me back into the show. I’ll be there watching this week.
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Still playing Fallout 4. Always playing Fallout 4.
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My current gym book (the one I rock while on the elliptical machine as I tread towards nowhere literally as I tread towards nowhere existentially) is Ghost Fleet: A Novel of the Next World War. It’s a fun enough book about what would happen if Russia and China were like “nah” to all of our bullshit, and decided to strike preemptively.
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Yet another round of the NFL Playoffs will be occurring this Sunday. It is no secret to those that frequent this place that My Local SportTeam is still in the tournament, in the AFC. In the NFC? Two teams I really like. Looking forward to both games.
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Speaking of NFL Playoffs. Eduardo came over for the SportEvent last Saturday, and dude can SLING DEW with me. The two of us drank no less than fourteen or so Dew combined over the course of seven hours. By the end of the final game, I was in some sort of other realm. Slurring my words, murmuring nonsense and praying for The End. Thankfully it passed. But goddamn, he’s a drinking mate I haven’t had the pleasure of crushing Dew with, this side of Rendar.
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New Kanye West jam? New Kanye West jam!
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Sam and I are still watching Making A Murderer. Like, you know, 150% of Liberal White America. Just real digging into it! Clutching our pearls, aghast at how corrupt the criminal justice system could be! Why! I never! Gasp! I never! Seriously though — I think Sam is enjoying it more than me. I find it to be an occasionally entertaining, one-sided interminable slog.
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Sam is going away on Thursday back to visit her Homeland. Which is Central New York, home of Confederate Flags (what?), gorgeous plains (seriously), clean air (god bless), and mud people of various Hills and Troughs. I’m going to miss the fuck out of her, and she’s taking the dog too. I don’t know what I’m going to do, especially since we’re scheduled for five-to-eight inches of snow on Saturday. Oh boy. Just straight-up vaseline-soaked boxer briefs, tired wrists, and a million hours of Fallout, I imagine.
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That’s my week, in an overly verbose nutshell. Compulsive masturbating, Kanye West, Fallout 4, and the collapse of the Galactic Empire. How about you folks?