#April2019
‘Horizon Zero Dawn’ sequel confirmed by voice actor. We knew this already, but it still feels good, right?
Like, we all knew there was going to be a sequel to Horizon Zero Dawn. The game itself is left wide open for more tales, and it made a fucking shitload of money. That said, it’s always exciting to hear someone involved confirmed it. A little morsel of hype amid the dearth of news.
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Monday Morning Commute: Rainmaker, The One Who Makes It Rain
Back to life, friends. Back to reality. At least, for people like me who are fortunate enough to have spent the last week wallowing in excess and friendship. So I have returned to reality, and I’m currently sitting in a very quiet Writing Center, writing very quietly.
None the less.
Monday Morning Commute: It’s Just A Fountain Soda, Who Cares?
Reentry into reality sucks, today. My bowels are still building seriously slippery turds. My sleep schedule is fucked. My brain is staggering around, attempting to figure out how to imbue in students a sense of urgency and discipline that I myself don’t have. But, what can I do? Knuckle up, hunker down, and bang out the rest of the semester.
What can, oh whatever can get me through this week? The rest of the semester? Why, a multitude of things! Why, a multitude of things, condensed into two.
First, the various distractions, distinctions, and arts and farts I’m about to list below!
After all, that’s the whole point of Monday Morning Commute. To share you’re looking forward to this week.
Second, your happenings this week, in the comments section!
After all, that’s the whole point of Monday Morning Commute. To share you’re looking forward to this week.
Without further ado, adieu, to the preamble.
Weekend Open Bar: I Eat Stickers All The Time, Dude!
Friends! Friends. I’m at a level of fatigue that I do not usually reach. Oh, the ethers from beyond beckon me towards slumber. Like not eternal slumber, don’t get me wrong. More like, oh, I don’t know. Eating six Pop Tarts, drowning my esophagus in ice cream, and drifting off. Drifting off where? Ideally to the Astral Plane for a good twelve or so hours. Just ripping ass, snoring, and healing my weakened mind-shafts.
The good news?
The good news is that I am of that privileged sort that has the weekends off.
‘Horizon Zero Dawn: The Frozen Wilds’ arriving November 7 so clear your damn schedule
We officially have a date for that delicious ass Horizon: Zero Dawn DLC. November 7. The title is, arguably, one of my favorite titles of the past five or so years. So goddamn, I say yes!, I say yes! to more content.
‘Horizon Zero Dawn: The Frozen Wilds’ E3 Trailer: A Wintry Blessing Of More Robo-Beasts
I need more Horizon: Zero Dawn. I fucking need more HZD! So God is good, despite me being bad, and has reached out with this DLC. Just for me! Just for me! But you may play it too, so long as the sacrifices of Diet Dew and Tropical Starbursts are left outside my dungeon door.
Views From The Space-Ship: Shred The Gnarl
If I’m being honest, I don’t do Desktop Thursdays on the weekly because some weeks, you know. Some weeks I just haven’t accumulated enough artifacts of my life to make it worth sharing with you. But! This week, I have returned. So let’s Dance the Dance. I’m going to drop on you a glimpse or so into my world(s) – virtual, physical, existential. Following that, I hope you’ll share glimpses into your own!
Weekend Open Bar: Passionfruit
Oh, fuck! It’s the Weekend. Oh, fuck! It’s the Weekend Open Bar! Oh, fuck! My wife told me I only have ten minutes to Open the Bar. And, and, and, you know. Between fiddling with the volume control on my speakers, messaging a couple of friends, and, you know. Do you know? ‘Cause I don’t. Where the fuck is the time going? Oh, fuck! Time, it bleeds, life it bleeds, the universe it slowly, slowly bleeds out. Us, it, none of us truly conscious of it! Stay focused though, man! There ain’t time for your usual existential blatherings.
This is Weekend Open Bar!
The cure-all, catch-all weekly column at the end of the work week! Where I, your Captain and Local Garbage Lord, implore you to come and hang out! Share what you’re eating, watching, watching while eating, playing, et cetera. So on. So forth.
Get high, get drunk, get hard, get soft, whatever, whatever, whatever! It’s all good here. So long as you don your most welcoming and affable of affectations and share what you’re up to this weekend. Shoot the shit, if you will.
This is Weekend Open Bar!
Weekend Open Bar: Live From The Post-Apocalyparadise!
I initially had a really dour headline and gif to kick off this weekend’s Open Bar. The title was “It’s Better If You Don’t”, which really was a phrase which didn’t mean anything to me. The gif was of an insomnia-riddled Jack from Fight Club blinking at the endless stuffing of the info-tube into his mind-gullet.
My wife’s been away for like fifteen days. My job is stressful and tenuous. The skies are gray and bleeding moisture. Just not feeling It today, you know?
But, hey, man. What the fuck, right? Why wallow?
Views From The Space-Ship: open your heart to the snake oil peddlers
This is Desktop Thursdays! Your (quasi)weekly look at my world(s). Be they emotional, virtual, realistical, video gamical. All them fucking worlds! I ain’t just about sharing, though. Show me your world(s) in the comments section. I beseech thee.
