Monday Morning Commute: week after week after week after week

week after week after week after week

Monday Morning Commute.

Sorry for radio silence over the weekend, comrades. Had a bit of a weekend, comrades. Early Friday morning, my Nana sloughed off the mortal coil, and transcended meat-space. At the same time, I was stricken with the most staggering stomach flu I’ve ever had. Violence, friends. Violence erupting out of both ends, friends. By the time early Saturday morning rolled around, I was down a final grandparent and a literal seven pounds of fluids.

Monday Morning Commute.

As I told you last week, comrades. We’re all riding shotgun with Entropy. Such it is for all of us, and neither my Nana nor my quivering flesh-bag could escape it. Can escape it. But she had a good run, 95 years-old. And I merely had the runs, 24 hours-long.

No matter. No worry. All flesh decays.

Monday Morning Commute.

The column wherein I enumerate the especially enlisted distractions designed to glaze the gears of the existential engine during a given week.

Join me in the comments, comrades. Partake in this parade of particularities with your own choice cuts.

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Finished: DOOM

I’d say a damn near perfect execution of the game it sets out to be. A glorious throwback to my halcyon days of gaming.

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Anticipating: Mr. Robot Season 2

Fuck! The second season of my second favorite show (being barely, barely, barely edged out by Fargo) drops this week. I cannot wait.

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Attending: Ghostbusters

You know, reviews are out. And you know, reviews for the movie aren’t terrible. Ask me a week ago and I would have said there’s no chance I catch this movie opening week. But ask me a week ago and I would have said my ass wouldn’t be coated in the glistening mire of a thousand diarrheas and my Nana would be alive. So the fuck do I know.

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Best Promo: AJ Styles beats-up John Cena

I’ve being quoting this promo for the entire past week. Great booking, WWE. The smarks love AJ Styles and Bullet Club, and this gives them an easy target. The young kids and smarks (and me!) love John Cena (as well as Bullet Club) and want to see him defend himself against those meanies.

Plus its so over the top and absurd.

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Concluding: Alice Isn’t Dead, Chapter One

The first chapter of the new podcast from the Nightvale folks is concluding this week. So far it’s been a bit amorphous, trafficking in enjoyable tropes while really not providing much of a distinguishable plot outside of the relics established early on in the narrative. I enjoy it, though, quite a bit. Interested to see how much of the mystery they peel back in the conclusion heading into their second chapter.

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Wanting to Read: Some Lovecraft

Last week I finished the latest installment in the Expanse series, Nemesis Games. This has left me wondering what to read next, and I’m thinking I should pick up one of my Lovecraft anthologies and bang out a couple of stories. Elder Gods, the Untenable Gulfs of Reality, Mortality, the Cosmic Horror of it all. Fits my mood these days.

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I tap! I yield! For now! That’s my list! What are you folks looking forward to this week?