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Weekend Open Bar: The Sun Sets On Forever
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The summer drags on, man.
As I predicted a bit ago, I knew I was going to find myself melancholic as I found myself stranded in the liminal state between Summer Teaching and Fall Teaching. At first it was great. Sleeping in late. No lesson planning. Rocking shorts every day! Shorts, every day! Then the tedium set in.
My wife went away today, she’s going to be away, for something like thirteen out of sixteen days. At first it was great. I’ve jacked off fourteen times, walked the dog twice, crushed nineteen Diet Dew, and marveled at what freedom I have. Then the tedium set in.
The summer drags on, man.
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‘Mr. Robot’ renewed for third season; I should probably watch its second
Mr. Robot is getting itself a third season! However, I haven’t watched Mr. Robot‘s second season yet. The power went out the one time Mrs. Omega and I attempted to watch it, our viewing schedules finally in sync. But, she’s going away for two weeks. YOU KNOW WHAT THE MEANS: Mr. Robot Season 2 blitzkrieg!
Monday Morning Commute: week after week after week after week
Sorry for radio silence over the weekend, comrades. Had a bit of a weekend, comrades. Early Friday morning, my Nana sloughed off the mortal coil, and transcended meat-space. At the same time, I was stricken with the most staggering stomach flu I’ve ever had. Violence, friends. Violence erupting out of both ends, friends. By the time early Saturday morning rolled around, I was down a final grandparent and a literal seven pounds of fluids.
As I told you last week, comrades. We’re all riding shotgun with Entropy. Such it is for all of us, and neither my Nana nor my quivering flesh-bag could escape it. Can escape it. But she had a good run, 95 years-old. And I merely had the runs, 24 hours-long.
No matter. No worry. All flesh decays.
The column wherein I enumerate the especially enlisted distractions designed to glaze the gears of the existential engine during a given week.
Join me in the comments, comrades. Partake in this parade of particularities with your own choice cuts.
‘Mr. Robot’ Season 2 extended two episodes; now hacking planet for twelve eps
Jesus fucking Christ! Hack the planet! Hack my geek prostate! Good news! Exciting news! Not only is season two of Mr. Robot like really fucking close, but apparently said season is going to be longer than expected.
‘Mr. Robot’ Season 2 Trailer: FSociety For A Second Summer
If it weren’t for Fargo, then Mr. Robot would be my favorite series of the past few years. I cannot fucking wait for the second season. Can you?! I hope not!
‘Mr. Robot’ Season 2 Teaser Trailer: Other Battles To Fight, Starting July 13th
OH YOU KNOW I’M HYPED for Mr. Robot and its second season. So goddamn hyped!
‘Mr. Robot’ Season 2 adds Aasif Mandvi to its cast
Not exactly the sexiest headline, I know. Not exactly the sexiest news, I know. Not exactly the sexiest blogger, I know. But it’s Mr. Robot news, which means I’m coveringit+excitedaboutit.
‘Mr. Robot’ casts Joey Bada$$ as a friend of Elliot’s for Season 2
Uhhh. Remember a couple of posts ago when I said that sometimes people in the arts just straight-up earn your trust? They make seemingly insane decisions make sense. Or if not make sense, at least you’re willing to buy-in? This is another case. I mean, Joey Bada$$? In Mr. Robot? Uh, okay. I trust you, Sam Esmail.
‘Mr. Robot’ Season 2 News: Grace Gummer joins the cast
I do not know Grace Gummer. But she has joined the cast of Mr. Robot for the show’s second season. Anyone who is good enough for Sam Esmail and company is good enough for me, though.
Sam Esmail directing *every* episode of ‘Mr. Robot’ Season 2
Oh man. This is the berries. This is the berries glazed with a thick coat of awesomeness. The creator of Mr. Robot, Sam Esmail, is going to be bringing his auteur-ass-baller-vision to the director chair for every single episode of the show’s second season.
