Monday Morning (Non)Commute: The Red Sun’s Distance: Forever
Ain’t no commuting for me, today! Remember how last Friday I mentioned that I called an audible and opted-out of commuting in the fucking snow? Well — today — the UniversityCzars saw fit to pull the plug on the school day. I don’t know if it has anything to do (I imagine it doesn’t, but it’s hilarious to track the students’ apoplexy on the social media platform) with the countless caterwauling of students towards them on Twitter for not cancelling Friday, but the school did it. No school. No commute. Just me, my unwashed ass, and the dim glow of the ForeverBox pumping in the EndlessEchoChamberof(Non)News and Banality. Maybe a dog walk (or two). Relaxing. Wife’s home, too. I’ll take these Circumstances.
However! Just because I ain’t commuting today, don’t mean that I don’t have to share with you what I’m up to this week! So this is still Monday Morning Commute!
For the Lords know, I’ll be commuting the next four days.
For the Lords know, this column is still a glorious excuse to summon the HiveMind and discuss what we’re looking forward to this week.
Anticipating this week.
The various FartandArts that are slicking the Hill for us, as we roll our rocks.
Here’s what I’m enjoying this week!
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Last week, Jerkface shared The Black Tapes podcast with me . This weekend, he shared with me the show’s offspring (or perhaps side-spring), Tanis. It is equally as awesome, if not moreso.
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Daniel Bryan announced his retirement today. For his body: probably the best idea. For his brain: definitely the best idea. For the sport: a pretty big loss.
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Johnny Hotsauce recommended the comic Sheriff of Babylon to me, maybe a month back. I recently snagged the first three issues as I ease myself back into the comic book game. I’ll say this. Bro knows me. Knows my tastes. It’s pretty fucking fantastic. It has a (loose) DMZ vibe, interrogating the post-Sadaam Iraq from multiple interesting, varied viewpoints. It uses a a pretty standard but enjoyable detective noir mystery to propel the plot along, and I’m intrigued to see where the title goes. Well done, Hotsauce. I owe you.
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Firewatch finally drops tomorrow. I’ve been sweating the game for a hot minute. In fact I’ve been waiting for it for so long that I sort of forgot about it until last week. The reminder came in the form of a new batch of promotional materials, and this morning brought a batch of positive reviews. Stoked.
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Remember last year when I gave up pizza for Lent? Not because I worship some antiquated SkyFather who watches me jack off and shakes his head disapprovingly, but as an exercise in self-disicpline? Well, the sequel to that (successful) folly hits this week. As with any sequel, the STAKES have to be FUCKING HEIGHTENED. Not only will I be giving up pizza, but I’m also giving up candy (not chocolate). Wish me luck.
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Stumbled across a new fantastic artist on Tumblr last night, whose picture adorns the header of this very column. Tomer Hanuka. Check him out. And out. And out.
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More Foundation, obviously. Of course. Always.
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Bateman and I (pretty much just Bateman at this point) have almost beaten Mega Man X. I have no idea why I’m so fucking wretched at the game. I could blame being high, but I’ve never played any game this poorly, for so long a period of time. I look forward to our True Ultimate Victory so we can begin to set our sights on our next game: Donkey Kong Country.
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The new Beyoncé video is my fucking everything.
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That’s it for me this week. What are you, denizens of Space-Ship OMEGA, up to?
