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Weekend Open Bar: A Galaxy’s Worth of Well Tidings!
I’m not going to lie. I completely forgot that today was Friday. I’m all, all, all turned around this week. Losing track of holidays, teeth, children, teeth, what day of the week it is, and where in the space-time continuum I’m currently located. So apologies!, for getting this Weekend’s Open Bar up a bit late. For some reason I thought tomorrow was Friday? And that my teeth went in the pot roast? But that’s neither here nor there. I’m turned around, primarily, because today is goddamn Christmas. And a good goddamn hello to many people’s good goddamn savior, the goddamn Son of The OMNIVERSE! Welcome Jimmy Crimbus! Of Betelgeuse!
Views From The Space-Ship: Dare I say, contentment?
A little blogging by the Christmas tree, with some A Charlie Brown Christmas playing. I’m going to say that I’m content for the first time since First Q 2015, but there is definitely a levity to my spirit. Nothing looming over me.
Tuesday Afternoon Commute: Status Check from Space-Ship Omega
Oh shit! I’ve been gone for a minute. Went deep, deep into a Star Wars-induced blackout last week. Then every time I began to peak my head out, someone wanted to know: what did I think, how did I feel, was it as good as the originals? (c’mon now!), how many times have you seen it? (three!), how many times do you want to see it? (seven, at least), when are you seeing it again? (tonight, by myself!) did it meet your expectations (my logical ones, not my emotional ones), on and on. And I realized, in that moment, that I really just wanted to digest the entire thing by myself. Or rather, not on the internet. Writ large.
But I’m back! This is Tuesday Afternoon Commute! Semester break finally begins for me, today. And it’s mere days until Christmas. So let’s hang out. What’s on your mind, what’s on your plate this week?
Monday Morning Commute: For my ally is The Force
It’s time, folks. The Force is almost upon us. And after waiting for years for this Grand Revival to arrive, a surreal feeling of serenity has struck me. This desired event is so soon that it borders on incomprehensible. It has devolved out of an Upcoming Event and into some Abstract Potentiality that I cannot come to grips with. In a little over three days, on Thursday at 7pm, I’m going to be experiencing a new Star Wars.
This is Monday Morning Commute. Where I share what I’m looking forward to during a given week, and then you return in kind with your own happenings. This week is obvious: The Force Awakens and Everything Else. But fuck, I’ll list all of my anticipations for you.
Weekend Open Bar: il faut imaginer Sisyphe heureux, Hawkguy
This is Weekend Open Bar. Where we get together and share what we are up to during a given weekend. What we are going to watch, eat, play, contemplate. Here, let me share.
I have felt like a Man Unmoored this year. Not Billy Pilgrim levels, but close. Ian Omega has come unstuck in Existence. I am a man of routine, I find comfort in it. Every day I stop at the same convenience store on the way to work. I buy the same exact thing. Every weekend morning I take the same car ride, before going to the gym. I enjoy doing the same exact thing every Saturday with Bateman. I like familiarity. I like the banal. I am a boring man, but it works for me.
Monday Morning Commute: The Jackboots Are Upon Us
Monday Morning Commute! And today, I commuted, on this Monday, as I began the last full week of the semester! I shake my fist at our Martian OverLord, Obliteratus. I shake my fist at him, and his promise to deliver us to his Mistress, Entropy. Someday! Sure! But for this week, I shall celebrate. The ending semester! The upcoming break!
