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Monday Morning Commute: I’m Broken! And Having A Good Time!
Another dosage of the Monday Blues antidote for you, fellow OL garbage folk! Right here! Right now!
The wind whispers of blood and ill intent! Monsters on podiums, clowns in streets!!! Tedium, tedium, tedium surrounds us! Our distractions betray us, but they’re all we have. Our politicians betray us, but they’re all we have! Our bodies betray us, but they’re all we have!
Feeling down? No worries!
Another dosage of the Monday Blues antidote for you, fellow OL garbage folk! Right here! Right now!
This is M-O-N-D-A-Y M-O-R-N-I-N-G C-O-M-M-U-T-E! And so long, so long as I continue to pump blood (HOT BLOOD) and suck wind (DRY WIND), I’ll be here. Commuting physically to the indoctrination clinic that I try and subvert. Commuting electronically to the space-oasis aboard Space-Ship OMEGA via the shuddering pipes of the I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T. Bringing you my own personal panoply, baked, shredded, and snorted, that gets me through a particular week. My distractions! My anticipations! Hark, we must stare at the Tube, the Screen, the Page. Lest we stare at the corners, at the shadows, at their encroachment.
Oh, Plato! I’ll take the fucking cave. Thanks for the fire. The sky outside is a dank pall, and the folks that gaze up at it find only horror. Yes, yes, I’ll take the fucking cave.
You know how this goes, oh, you know how this goes. Follow up my own weekly wanderings with your own assortment of distractions and existential deflections in the comments section.
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‘Black Mirror’ Season 3 Images: The Dystopia Now goes Retro
Fuck, I keep forgetting we’re getting more Black Mirror. What a time to be alive (and incredibly depressed by an incisive, gorgeously produced television that serves as a scathing insight into our modern technological nightmare-dream).
‘Black Mirror’ Season 3 dropping October 21 on Netflix
More fucking Black Mirror! Consistently blowing my goddamn mind, consistently blowing the mind of my students. I keep forgetting that we have more fucking Black Mirror! coming! And it’s got a fucking date!
‘Black Mirror’ News: Joe Wright directing an episode starring Bryce Dallas Howard & Alice Eve
Black Mirror: so fucking good. Black Mirror: getting new episodes, courtesy of Netflix. Black Mirror: Joe Wright is directing an episode starring two major actresses. Black Mirror: so fucking good.
Netflix has ordered 12 new ‘Black Mirror’ episodes
Sweet Dystopian Christmas, we are getting twelve more episodes of Black Mirror. Netflix has ordered a dirty dozen of the show, which is…two times as many as currently exist. I love it.
Charlie Brooker’s ‘Black Mirror’ getting new episodes courtesy of Netflix
Black Mirror is some of the realest shit in a minute. Total MindPorn. And so I don’t give a shit how new episodes come into existence. Netflix. USA. BBC. Whatever.
Monday Morning Commute: Oh, I’m Sorry. I Didn’t Know.
Holy Tits on a Sacred Idol, I haven’t issued forth a meaningless communique in six days? ‘Tis the season for negligence or something. Is this inter-microphone on? Is anyone hearing this? Or am I, as always, a captive spectator in the Theater of My Own Mind? None the less. Here I am. Over-caffeinated, under-medicated, and ready to dive headfirst into Monday Morning Commute. The column where we share what we’re excited for during a given week. Maybe it’s a movie. Maybe it’s a meal. Maybe it’s a secret rendezvous in a Burger King bathroom with an omni-gendered, multiverse alien with all the holes, phalanges, phalluses, and proclivities to finally sate a very (very) nuanced sexual appetite.
Tuesday Afternoon Commute: That Rotten Tooth
It’s Monday Morning Commute! Er. It’s Tuesday Afternoon Commute! How you folks doing? Me? I’m on my first day of break. And honestly I feel like I should be enjoying it more than I am. As a man of routine, the obliteration of my Daily Planner leaves me confused. Lost. Should I be productive and write? Or consume 3,000 calories? Go to the gym? Or play nine hours of Grand Theft Auto 5? My penchant is a predilection for self-destruction. So here are the various things I’m relying on to keep me (somewhat) functioning this week.
Weekend Open Bar: Pretty Much A Big Deal
Oh fuck! It’s Friday! Oh fuck! The semester is over! Which means this is a very special edition of Weekend Open Bar, the column where we come together to chat during the weekend. The column where we share our plans, our eats, our gifs, our drunken musings.
