#March2014
Monday Morning Commute: No Rest for the Wicked.
Ain’t no damn time to be on time anymore!
Yeah, you’re lookin’ at the third late MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE in a row. Why’s that, you ask? Well, could be because I’m so goddamn busy. Y’know how it is in this modern condition! Papers to file! Dogs to sic on mailmen! Fistfights to have in grocery store dairy aisles!
Things to do!
But even though I’m chronically tardy, I’m still tryin’ to resist! Tryin’ to brace myself against the crashing waves of responsibility. And that’s why I keep comin’ back to the MMC! I need ideas, folks! Suggestions that’ll keep my head up while I suffer the slings and arrows of the outrageous 9-5 life.
Help me find fun things to do!
‘TRUE DETECTIVE’ SEASON 2 Details: Cults In The Train Stations?
True Detective is over. I know this objectively. I also know this emotionally, as the existential chasm that its departure carved out in me has been raging all day! But I shall not despair! Instead I’ll bask in the very early details about the show’s second season.
‘TALES FROM THE BORDERLANDS’ DEETS: Pandora Goes ‘TRUE DETECTIVE.’
Some Tales From The Borderlands details have emerged from that Cool Kids thing SXSW. It appears that the game is going True Detective. Word up! In the sense that the game shall be a recounting of events in the past, with differing perspectives and all that shit. I can dig it.
WATCH: ‘TRUE DETECTIVE’ PARODY by ‘COMMUNITY’ stars Joel McHale and Jim Rash
One of the surest signs that you’ve made it as a cultural touchstone is when you begin getting parodied into Oblivion. It appears that True Detective has reached such status. ‘Cause True Detective has taken more than its fair share of (amusing?) potshots this week in anticipation Sunday’s finale. The latest one is courtesy of Joel McHale and Jim Rash of Community (and other sundry successes) fame.
Monday Morning Commute: Leto Feelings Out.
I feel like Jared Leto.
And I don’t mean the Jared Leto from last nite’s Academy Awards. No, that one was all about having beautiful long-ass hair. And usin’ his victory speech to pay tribute to his Mahma. And bein’ all dappered out, white tuxedo beamin’ contrasts off his spray-tan.
I don’t feel like that Jared Leto.
And hell, I don’t feel like 30 Seconds to Mars Jared Leto, neither. Y’know that one, right? Yeah, exactly, the Jared Leto that somehow learned to play guitar and be all frontman-like while figuing out how to live his so-called life. What’s that? Yeah, this Jared Leto is also known as Ride a Bicycle in the Middle of Goddamn Street Without a Helmet Jared Leto.
Nope, I ain’t that sort of Jared Leto.
Today, I feel like good `ole fashioned Fight Club Jared Leto. The Jared Leto who, for a moment, is really happy that he’s pretty and blonde and surrounded by some peers. This Jared Leto is all, “Check it, I can fight too, dudes! First rule is — oh wait, can’t say it! Ha! Get it?! Kawaii!” Everything is pretty sweet.
And then he runs into Edward Norton.
Quite frankly, I’m feeling the grind of the workweek and life responsibilities and my own mortality and the fact that it’s been goddamn months since I’ve sat down with a stack of comic books. Allow me to wax philosophic. Wax misanthropic. Wax bitter tonic.
Wax Jared Leto.
But alas! Right here’s the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! I’m goin’ to show you some of the buoys I’ll be hopin’ to cling to as I avoid getting washed out into the deepest depths of the Bullshit Sea! Then, you hit up the comments and share your own ideas! Let’s do this!
OMEGA-CAST #9: MAXIMUM OMEGA-DRIVE
New podcast up in your fucking gutsss. With a special fucking guest: Pepsibones Krueger! *Phazer sound, Phazer sound, Phazer sound* Back from his stint in the OMNIVERSE. With The Bones in Tow, the Gang Omega relocated to my compartment of the Space-Ship for this edition, and what occurred is truly the tale of two podcasts. Off the bat we vomit chunks of broken-brain about True Detective, artistic integrity, Her, how much Bateman loves to feel inspired, Ms. Marvel #1 and other bullshit. Then the booze kicks in, and what follows is generally just Pepsibones and me babbling drunkenly about Avengers, Star Wars, and Jeremy Renner’s amazing vascularity. So it’s pretty fucking awesome.
Monday Morning Commute: Slow Cook The Human Potroast
Whoops! Late on the Monday Morning Commute tip. Didn’t realize it was going to be floating in flux this week. Then it occurred to me that Rendarbones Frankenpepsi is currently en route across the vast distance of the Empire in some sort of silver tube that is intent on dying God’s will. So provided that he doesn’t crash into the side of a Mountain (death is only a transition, he’d be reborn in Earth^42, so don’t cry), he’ll be back next week. However for now you’re dealing with my hurried, blast beat-esque rundown of what I’m enjoying this week. That’s what we do around here. In Monday Morning Commute.
Mondo’s ‘TRUE DETECTIVE’ posters are cosmically horrifically awesome.
Yeah cause like True Detective is all like cosmic horror and shit. Oh whatever. Mondo bringing the heat as usual, laying out some gorgeous posters for what is currently my biggest television stiffy.
Hit the jump to check them out.
Monday Morning Commute: L. Pena’s Universe
Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! First, I’m goin’ to throw a bit of fiction your way — this week sees another entry in the ongoing adventures of Absalom Fabliaux. Then, I’ll guide you through some of the ways I’ll be entertaining myself through the workweek. Then, you pony up your own suggestions, making your presence known in the comments section.
Let’s do this!
