Weekend Open Bar: The Omniverse Is Grateful

It’s Weekend Open Bar! Let’s kick this off. With alacrity! The weekly column where the reckless degenerates and-or savory, wonderful souls of Space-Ship Omega gather. Holding hands, holding eye contact, we discuss with vim and vigor our Weekend Plans.

You know. What we’re reading. Eating! What we’re listening to. Play! Or we just share general musing about life, pop culture, the fucking cold weather in the Northeast. Anything goes, so long as its done in the spirit of Omega-Level. A spirit that can be best summed up by one of the Omniverse’s most impactful donations to our plane as of late, “God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

I’ve started to write this column two other times this weekend. You know! To open the fucking Bar. But life has a way of setting the most vicious of picks — knocking you out of your lane and onto the ground. Existential ground. Existential parquet? I don’t fucking know. All I do know is that while my Wife has been tending to a gravely-ill grandfather, I’ve been single-parenting a puppy. All I do know too is that I’m apparently neurotic, micromanaging the dog’s life. So yeah. I’ve been sidetracked. Then sidetracked again. I’m here now, though! 734pmEST on Saturday. Which means this column is a day late.

But that’s neither here nor there. I’m here now. I hope that matters to you! ‘Cause to The Maker, I’ve always been here, as It sits outside of time. ‘Cause to the Elder Ones, I was never here, as They Sit in contempt of our pointlessness.

What you doing this weekend?