Views From The Space-Ship: Let It Overtake Us
We’ve had a good fucking run, man. Or, I don’t know. Have we? The Grown-Up Apes have found combustion and promptly decimated this shit in like, two-hundred years? As Carlin says though, “the planet’s fine, we’re fucked.” I paraphrased that. But, yeah. Hopefully it’ll fucking outlive us. Anyways, I’m here. Want to see what my life is like pushing 40 years-old? You’re in the right place.
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Monday Morning Commute: a more quiet summer
Living through a more quiet summer than usual. When given the opportunity to interview for a summer position I had held for ten years, I decided that my interview would consist of a polite “no thank you” and an existential middle finger or two. That’s life, baby. Which has led me to a sort of ponderous, mostly relaxing summer as a Full Time Minder for my wife, a role I attack with aplomb and competence.
At the same time, the summer has also been laced with strife and difficulty. My wife’s family on her Mom’s side seems to suffer one loss after another. I’m not saying their family farm was built on cursed colonized land (I mean, it was colonized, all of this is) but the two of us joke about that it was. To bare my soul is to admit that I’m at the perpetual intersection of trying to figure out how to console my wife, and also throwing a pity-party for myself. She grieves on a consistent level that can only be the byproduct of an indifferent Universe. However, at a certain point my selfish ass just wants quality time with my her. How does one reconcile the desire to stamp their feet petulantly with an equally meaningful desire to be a good spouse?
I’ll hang up and take the answer off the air.
Seriously though, I don’t know! But, I’ve finally got hooked up with a therapist and I’m eager to till my fucking emotional land.
But here I am.
I haven’t written much lately, as evidenced by the fucking four month silence here. I miss writing, expressing myself, and connecting with others. I’m held back by this ingrained idea in my head that frankly I don’t have much to say and even if I did no one really gives a fuck and even more dangerous is that I don’t blame them. Look at that fucking trifecta.
But here I am.
A more quiet summer, a more pensive CaffPow. Such is the state of things. Nonetheless, such a situation does not foreswear me from enjoying the various arts and farts. This is what I’m enjoying lately.
This is Monday Morning Commute.
The Shows That Became Netflix’s Biggest Cash Cows
Despite barely going online a decade ago, the streaming platform Netflix has had a profound impact on popular culture. As evidenced by the ability of original TV shows to propel 40-year-old songs back to the top of the music charts, Netflix is a cultural superpower with few rivals.
As one might imagine, the business of Netflix is big money. While not all of its original productions will have staying power, some have emerged to become some of the most influential, widely-watched, and lucrative TV franchises of all time. Let’s take a look at the biggest cash cows for Netflix.
Monday Morning Commute: Going Home Isn’t Always Bad
Well, the lights are back on. The air purifiers churning out recycled farts. The humming of the nexus-engines providing a soothing-if-not-ominous brown noise. The Space-Ship Omega has been roused from its slumber. ‘Cause sometimes going home isn’t always bad. After creating a Discord last year for OL acolytes (it’s not a cult, but it’s also not not a cult), the question became rather daunting: what purpose did a blog serve? It was a question which hounded me from tip to taint, and I suppose eventually I fell upon the misbegotten answer. I decided that the blog served no purpose.
I was incorrect, friends. You see, it’s a smaller, more intimate gathering for those not up for the perpetual word-vomiting of fellow Space-Ship inhabitants. But, as well? It’s a fantastic archive of my travels through space-time. The blog proves to be snapshot of my existence at various points in my linear meat-space existence. If this blog ain’t for anyone else, it’s for me. But I hope it’ll also be for you.
You see, going home isn’t always bad. Sometimes, it’s exactly what you need. A reprieve, an enclave, an oasis.
This is Monday Morning Commute. Grab a pop, pop off your pants, and let’s shoot the shit about what we’re looking forward to this week. And if it’s only me? Babbling to me? Into infinity? I’m fine with it.
‘Atlanta’ Season 3 Trailer: It’s after the end of the world, don’t you know that yet?
After three goddamn fucking interminable years (featuring, as the trailer notes, the end of the world), Atlanta‘s third season has got a trailer. Three fucking years! What a brain melting, soul-crunching time it’s been since the second season dropped. But at least we got more surreal, trippy, engaging Atlanta to help ferry us through these post-end times.
‘The Book of Boba Fett’ Trailer: I am not a bounty hunter
What a big swing a year makes. I’ve gone from “I don’t think Boba Fett should return” to “Man, I’m so fucking pumped for The Book of Boba Fett” and shit. Life comes at you fast, you know? Anyways, here’s the first fucking trailer for the show, and I really dug it. Admittedly, it’s a bit different than I expected. Like, a crime show? But, fuck it. Let’s go.
‘The Witcher’ Season 2 Trailer: More Yennefer, More Monster Fighting!
It is, in fact, very difficult for me to write headlines for The Witcher season 2’s trailers, because I haven’t seen the first. I really want to! But I haven’t. However, I wanna share this shit, since I know so many people (understandably) love it.
Jupiter’s Juno spacecraft has found how deep the Great Red Spot goes. Motherfucker goes deep!
We’ve known for a long time that Jupiter’s Great Red Spot was fucking superficially huge. But, we haven’t known how fucking deep it was. Until now! Thanks to Juno, we know that motherfucker is up to 310 miles deep. Goddamn!
‘Hawkeye’ Trailer: I’m Here For Kate Bishop, Okay?
Am I exhausted with Marvel Studios? Yup! Am I apathetic towards Jeremy Renner’s Hawkeye? Yup! Am I annoyed they’re adapting the classic Hawkguy run? Yup! Am I still going to watch this series because I’m infatuated with Hailee Steinfeld? Yup!
Spotify expecting over 400 million users by the end of the year. Well then!
I don’t know why I’m covering this Spotify news that they expect to have over 400 million users by the end of the year. Not really in my wheelhouse, you know? But at the same time, I’m intrigued by our slow march towards intangibility. Everyone slough off physical encumbrances, all while I’m wanting to get more and more back into tangible media. It’s a weird time.
