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Views From The Space-Ship: Anytime, anyplace!
It’s Thursday, my dudes! And, my god, is it fucking late. Taught during the day, then I tutored for four hours straight, and then I worked out for three hours straight. Which is to say, I’m tired! But, I didn’t want Thursday to pass without dropping a new Desktop Thursdays! So, let’s sprint through these looks at my world! Then, share glimpses into your own realities in the comments.
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Monday Morning Commute: Some Old Fashioned Fun
Yeehaw, motherfuckers! It’s another edition of Monday Morning Commute. Oh, you know! The column where I wank-off over what is titillating me on a given week. I’ll level with all you varmints! I’m attempting to churn this big ole pig out before teaching my 2pm class! Thus, if I’m hitting the column with some alacrity, it’s because I’d rather be terse than absent.
Let’s hang out in the comments, after I drop my list on ya’lls asses.
Weekend Open Bar: Happy Halloweekend!
Happy Halloweekend, dick heads! Today, my students informed me this weekend, is in fact, Halloweekend. The more know you. I mean, college students use any reason to get hammered. That said, I imagine this will be a weekend of revelry for many, whilst dressed up like assholes and toolbags.
I mean that lovingly, of course.
I’ll be dressed up as well, of course.
Views From The Space-Ship: Too High To Riot
Man, I don’t really have anything to show you this week! I’m realizing that sort of, with my negation of my personal social media presence, I don’t take many photos anymore. Or rather, I don’t take many photos of myself. I enjoy showing the world what I’m thinking about. As well, I really enjoy sharing photos that please me! But, personal photos? Nah, not really. Which is all to say, I don’t have much for you this week in Desktop Thursdays! That said, don’t let that dissuade you from sharing your own pics in the comments!
OmegaPlays: The Messenger Part 1 – Bags Hit Puberty At The Age Of 4
Aw yeah, motherfuckers! This week we started The Messenger. And, it fucking rules! You know what else also rules? Ian talking about how he murmurs to his wife post-coitus, “Don’t Grow My Children.” And, you know what also-also rules? Bags confessing that he essentially hit puberty at the age of 4, during Wrestlemania or some shit. Good times. Horrifying times. For your consumption and enjoyment.
Monday Morning Commute: The Stalking Truth of Michael Myers
Hey, folks! What’s going on? It’s Monday? Again? That soon? Well, time don’t stop! And neither shall we! Until, of course, we do stop. The lightning, the electricity done. The metaphysical whatever-whatever either not existing, or taking over. Man, this got away from me quickly. Where was I? Oh yeah! It’s time for Monday Morning Commute. The weekly wank-off where we all gather, sharing what is getting us through yet another week on the Blue Marble.
What are you fucks up to this week, as you suck air? What are you folks looking forward to this week, as your synapses still sizzle?
I wanna know!
Weekend Open Bar: Going To The ‘Ship!
Hey! It’s Weekend Open Bar! What the fuck is going on, you may be wonder! Well, just trying to get together with you folks on OL more often. You know? Been too disconnected as of late. If you’ve forgot, if it’s been too long, let me break down how this works.
Views From The Space-Ship: Spooky Season!
It’s spooky season, motherfuckers! And look, it’s a ghost! The Ghost of Desktop Thursdays, rising up! I know I’ve been gone for a hot minute, but here are some looks into my life! I hope you’ll share your own in the comments section. But, if you don’t?! No fucking problem!
Monday Morning Commute: War Forged
Oh, you thought you had seen the last of me? You know, me. Not the cavalcade of memes and occasional pop culture bursts that I post. Rather, the man-behind-the-man-behind-the-man?
Or, maybe I’m just bleeding banality and self-importance into a WordPress document for the ninth-year running.
Or, maybe you’re an OL regular who just sort of expected me to return when I found a moment in the existential rip tide. You know, a moment where I can stick my head briefly above water. A moment where I can share what I’m up to in this weird wild world.
Well, that moment is now, my friends! And, I must confess that I’m pushing through considerable fatigue to puke this up quick! This Monday Morning Commute! The weekly column where I share the arts and farts I’m currently enjoying. Or anticipating. I hope you’ll join me in the comments section, letting me know what you’re up to this week!
