Man. I’m one episode away from finishing off Fargo‘s first season. It’s a morbid, mesmerizing, atmospheric little tale of dark humor and violence in a quiet two or two. And I can’t stop raving about it. So I’m stoked that not only do I have a second season to immediately jump into, but there is also a third on the way.

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Finally, the goddamn OMEGA-CAST is back. And it’s a bit out there. I’m going to level with you — I was incredibly *not* sober for the duration of this podcast, and listening to it was like hearing my own words for the first time. In this podcast: Watto banging Shmi Skywalker, singing along to Ariana Grande, the post-criticism age, Fargo, the devolution, evolution, and revolution of Rendar Frankenstein and more.

Listen to it after the jump, or on iTunes and Stitcher.

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Fargo is the fucking shit. Vonnegut is my favorite. The fact that the two are colliding in a TV adaptation of Cat’s Cradle is the fucking berries.

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Man! Been a minute since I opened my door here on the Space-Ship Omega. Specifically because when I’ve had time, I’ve been wandering the Wasteland, post-Vault Door. But how about when I haven’t been? I’ve been grading papers, hanging out with the Wife and friends, grading papers, working. And I don’t know about you folks, but I’ve noticed something.

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Monday Morning Commute! The weekly column where all of us gather (you! and you! and you! and you and you and you! all of you!) to share what we’re excited in a given week. I’m going to level with you — this week for me it is pretty much That Game and Everything Else In My Life. A deep, delineating chasm can be seen from PsychicSpace, and it represents how neatly my life has been cleaved into two this week.

But I suppose I’m doing some other things this week, and I suppose you may be doing something else as well! So let’s gab about our existential happenings and all that gobbledygook.

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Ah! A toast to the Elder Ones for allowing me to make it to another Weekend. I am currently caught in some sort of time-displacement, shuffling between the expansion and contraction of Linear-ExistenSpace. Weeks that fly by, while feeling draining. Moments that drag on, while evaporating at impressive speeds. But that’s neither here nor there, for the next couple of days! It’s the Weekend! And with that comes the Open Bar.

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Monday Morning Commute! I’m ailing. Single-parenting the dog this week while Sam-Omega is on location for work. Monday Morning Commute! So I ain’t sleeping, and I’m brute forcing this camaraderie-inducing column before I side-tilt and collapse-drool while watching football. Monday Morning Commute!

The weekly column where we gather here on Space-Ship OMEGA, and share what is getting us through the work week. Be it movies we are anticipating, albums we’re rocking to, funny books that are dropping on Wednesday.

Share! Share what’s on your existential plate. I will, too.

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It’s the freakin’ Weekend, baby! Halloween Weekend, to be exact! Slice your flesh-sack, provide the blood to the altar! Summon a wonderful fucking weekend for yourself, and the other denizens of the Perpetually Decaying Universe! Entropy! Ain’t nothing more fucking terrifying than that! But we’re here! We’re here, together! So let’s hang out at the Open Bar!

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Come one, come all, into Monday Morning Commute. The one-stop weekly existential circle jerk for everyone: from degenerates, to sinful nuts. From scholars, to scatalogical 7-Eleven workers. I want you all. Staring into the Cosmos, I bellow. Give me your perverted, give me your poor. Your despondent, your determined, your omni-dimensional, poly-sexual, pan-physical space lords.   I want you all, so long as you follow the faintly scrawled rules upon the walls of this  residence– the pop culture geek lord glory hole in the stank bathroom of the Internet. First, you listen to what I’m looking forward to this week. Second, you respond in kind, sharing your own anticipations and musings, so long as you follow the golden rule: god damn it, you’ve got to be kind.

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Ah, autumn. Brings with it apparently the hottest day of the fucking year here in Massachusetts tomorrow. But also! The usual meanderings. Football is back, praise the Elder Ones. School is back, praise the Old Things. And with school being back comes my typical beginning-of-the-semester renunciation of caffeine. To an extent. I’ll level with you — I have to get up at 7 am. And while many call that “normal”, I call that “an hour and forty-five minutes before I’m used to.” With the knowledge that I must RISE~ earlier, I’m trying to scale back my caffeine consumption. So I can go to bed at an earlier time. Let me tell you — I still have enough caffeine in my blood to stop your heart twice over — but goddamn if my skull ain’t pounding. My jaw clenching. My eyes twitching. My detox is your overdose, but I’m going to make it through.

I hope.

Anyways! This here is Monday Morning Commute. That means I’m about to list the various activities, arts, comics, and cool happenings I’m looking forward to this week. After I’m done babbling about my poor choices (though I will admit I’m sweating a couple of things this week v. much), you share own weekly interests.

Let’s do this! With clenched jaws and slightly less prominent heart palpitations!

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