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Views From The Space-Ship: Waist Bands Are Fascists
Oh, hey! It’s Desktop Thursday on a Thanksgiving! It’s been a wild week, an eventful week, a wild and eventful day! But now I’m back at home, after a day of eating and footballing. In some comfy pants, my stomach bloat a minor nuisance now that I’ve been relieved from being stuffed into a pair of slim fit khakis. Fuck am I thinking wearing them? Fuck am I thinking wearing them?!
But, oh, hey! It’s Desktop Thursday! The weekly column where I share my worlds! Be it the header image representing my mindscape! Be it the images below, showing you me world(s), both real and virtual!
I hope! Oh, I hope, you’ll share your own world(s) in the comments section!
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Monday Morning Commute: As Cold As You Let It Be
Sweatpants, Diet Dew, a fire, a furry dog at my feet. Life ain’t bad, life ain’t bad generally. Going to keep this simple, on this simple evening. This is Monday Morning Commute, the column where we share what we’re up to during a particular week. The new movie we want to see. A comic book dropping on Wednesday we can’t wait to read. Et cetera et cetera et cetera. Going to keep this simple, on this simple evening.
I’ll go first, you’ll follow in the comments section. Fair? Fair. Fair!
Weekend Open Bar: Beyond The Impossible!
This is Weekend Open Bar. The weekly invitation to come and hang out, share what you’re doing the next couple of days. What you’re eating, drinking, smoking, playing, reading, et cetera. Et cetera.
It’s week two of the Empire’s descent into Trumplandia. I’ve been struggling to make sense of how to behave in the face of such gravity. The best I can think of, is to simply continue persisting. To continue doing things like typing up the Weekend Open Bar.
As a hero of mine opines, the most “daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.” So so I persist, here, at Weekend Open Bar. Week after week, inviting likeminded folks to spend time together. Week after week, offering likeminded folks a space-oasis in which we can pass the time in good nature together.
‘Dishonored 2’ Impressions: Assassinations in Style
I’ve put a good 10 hours into Dishonored 2, so I finally feel like I can give a real first impression.
Let me say up front, I come into this franchise having not played the first game. (stealth kill me, I know!)
What immediately drew me to this game was a female protagonist. Play a female assassin in a Bioshockesque aesthetic while performing gorgeous murder death kills? YES PLZ. After watching the first gameplay trailer, I knew I had to give it a spin.
Views From The Space-Ship: Woah. Ugh. Wait.
Welcome back to Desktop Thursdays! Your look inside my world! Be it my physicalscape, my virtualscape, even my mindscape! I’ve decided to lead with a header every week that reflects the various psychological state I’m in, given a particular week! Simpler times, this week! I didn’t post last week, on account of being busy. Going to Portland, Maine with friends. But I’m here! Here now.
Per usual, share your own world(s) in the comments section!
Monday Morning Commute: The Next Node Over
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It’s Monday. The next node over the next node over >> This is Monday Morning Commute, the column where I run down a list of what I’m anticipating during a given week. The next node over the next node over >> This week? Eh, I don’t know. The next node over the next node over >> I’m still struggling to accept a world wherein the next four years are going to be lead by a God-Emperor Trump. The next node over the next node over >> I had a good weekend, hanging out with a good core of the Space-Ship Omega Crew. The next node over the next node over >> Drinking, eating, smoking, watching Arrival, eating, drinking, dancing.
Weekend Open Bar: Rum Ham Rum Ham Rum Ham!
Woah, hey, woah! CaffPow here, coming to you. Late from Portland, Maine. Bateman, Riff, Pluto, and a friend are here for the weekend. Eating, dancing, eating, smoking (it’s legal now!), drinking (though, I don’t drink), eating, bouncing on a trampoline, and eating. But I’m here! Opening the Bar. The Weekend Open Bar! What are you up to this Weekend?
Tuesday Evening Commute: I Hate It Here
It’s Election Night in America. In fact since I’m tardy writing this (I’m always tardy writing this, this semester!), I’ve had the distinct pleasure of turning off Early Results, closing my Twitter, and instead retreating here. To what has been so admirably dubbed my Space-Oasis, the Space-Ship Omega.
Weekend Open Bar: Perspective Is A Hell Of A Drug
It’s that time again, folks. Weekend Open Bar, folks. I’ll level with you: I’m tired. I’ll level with you: I have nary an ounce of creative juice to squeeze out of my mind-guts, and that’s if you’re being optimistic and crediting me with creativity on occasion. But. Hey. It’s that time again, folks. Weekend Open Bar, folks. Someone has got to turn on the neon lights. Someone has got to make sure the hearth is lit. Someone gotta hook up the draught. That’s me, that’s me, that’s me! None the less, outside of that fact, with that taken into consideration, I’m pretty fucking good.
A little fatigued, a little woozy, a little weary. But here! Here, dammit.
Views From The Space-Ship: Psychological Damage Up To Here!
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m kicking off Desktop Thursdays with a header image that is clearly not my desktop nor my life. Imagine, if you will, that it is an accurate depiction of my Mind-Scape. Perhaps the most horrifying, alluring, mesmerizing, and confusing places in my existence. Psychological Damage to an Unfathomable Degree. Caffeine-Soaked Synapses Roaring In Fury. A Diarrhea Dump Itch in the Back of My Brain. Rolling Plains of Gif’d Asses From An Endless Mental Tumblr Dashboard. Imagine, imagine all of that. Then, uh, take a look at my physical, corporeal, non-digi, non-psychological existence.
As always, share shots from your own lives in the comments section!
