On the left, brandishing a butterknife still covered in sow’s blood and screaming the Lord’s Prayer in Spanish, was my clone. My genetic duplicate who’d been paid for with the sex-worker money I’d earned during my gap year in Amsterdam. He’d been a good friend, in spite of the the booze and pills and the gambling he’d foisted onto me.
I really didn’t want to see my clone die.
On the right, wearing a bullskin loincloth and spitting out kerosene he’d been swigging from an old tin can, was my tulpa. He’d been there for me when things got really tough with that woman in the Amazon. He’d been more than an ayahuasca fever-dream come to life, he’d been a confidant, even if he’d had a thing for midnight-slaughterings of local villagers’ livestock.
I really didn’t want to see my tulpa die.
But when you’re feelin’ like you’re watchin’ the best parts of yourself tear each other to shreds, I find that — even if it hurts — it’s best to just step aside. Watch out for the splatter. Crack a beer. Wait for it all to be over.
And take solace in the fact that no matter how it all goes down, you’ll get to walk away.
Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE!
We’ve got my drivel-fiction out of the way, so let’s move onto the real task at hand — sharing the stuff we’ll be checking out during the week! I’ll go first, then you hit up the comments section and tell everyone what movies, TV shows, podcasts, video games, bottles of booze, pinball tournaments, or other ephemera you’ll be using to curb the sting of the workweek!
Rock? Yes! Roll? Forever!
We already knew that Mindhunter was getting a second season. That alone was cause to fucking celebrate. However, there’s more good news. Fincher himself is returning to the director’s chair for two episodes of the sophomore season, and is bringing other talented directors in as well.
I don’t know why, but I fucking hate the fact that Valve has bought Campo Santo. Maybe, it’s because they just seem like a BigFatCorporation that doesn’t do much stuff anymore, and Campo Santo seems like a sweet indie developer. That said, I hope every one of those developers got a nice fucking paycheck out of this. They deserve it.
I say, goddamn. To celebrate its 28th anniversary, NASA has dropped a “fly through” video of the Lagoon Nebula. It’s about as cosmically pornographic as you’d expect, too.
Hickman’s East of West is fucking rad, dude. As a comic book. Now, it’s going to have the opportunity to be fucking rad, dude, as a TV series! Oh, and another of his jams Transhuman is getting that adaptation treatment too.
I’m down for any sort of post-apocalyptic movie, I think. Even if it’s based off of a promising-but-initially-fundamentally-flawed game like The Division. However, even more importantly, I’m more than ready to fuck with anything David Leitch is directing.
Gonna level with you, motherfuckers. I didn’t watch this final trailer for Deadpool 2. I ain’t afraid of not liking it. No. Rather, I am afraid of having too much of that delicious David Leitch-powered action spoiled for me. However, I did buy my tickets today!
Here’s the first trailer for the second season of GLOW, folks. The shit is both a fitting homage to the time period in which the show takes place, and an ample hype-piece.
Here’s the final trailer for Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. A patently stupid movie, that I will end up seeing because I’m trash.