Hey! Desktop Thursdays! Where I show you my goddamn worlds — populated by goddamn madness, beauty, reluctance, pensiveness, and really just a panoply of garbage!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I skipped last week. Sue me! I have a very good attorney, and though he specializes in Bird Law, I think he can probably do me right.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I’m over-caffeinated and ready. Oh, so ready. To rock! Here are views from across my existence the past two weeks. My worlds done tangible, done intangible, done textual. All of them, for your pleasure. I hope. Oh, I hope. You’ll share your own world(s) in the comments section!
Desktop Thursdays! My thinly veiled excuse to post pictures of my dog, my cat, and me! Yeah, man. I don’t know. Every Thursday comes, and I’m like. How is it already Thursday? Apparently I don’t take any pictures. Eh! Eh. Ehhh.
Whatever. This is my world across the past week. Desktop Thursdays! My thinly veiled excuse for me to ask you to show me your world! What does your look like? Hit the comments section!
Fear and Loathing is getting itself a graphic novel adaptation from Top Shelf, and the mofuckah is arriving in October. I’m down for supporting anything F&L, so put me down for a purchase. Who? You. Right here. Behind the keyboard.
[This! Is! Mad Men! recaps the newest developments of Don Draper and his ragtag group of cohorts. In the spirit of the show, it will often be sexist and drunk. Apologies ahead of time.]
I’m worried about Don Draper. He’s always bent the elbow liberally, but never before has alcohol been such a destructive force in his life. Sure, there’ve been plenty of drunks in Mad Men — Freddy Rumsen and Duck Philips spring to mind — but Don’s supposed to be the exception to the rule!
When we first learnt of Don’s exploits in season one, there was a certain charm to them. He drinks? He philanders? He steals identities? All right…That’s not too cool but I guess I can see where he’s coming from. He was sympathetic – coming from nothing, he sought solace in the pursuit of the American dream. And just like Gatsby and Willy Loman and Hunter S. Thompson, Don Draper found out the hard way that the dream is dead.
How do know that that Don Draper has hit rock bottom? He gave away his secret identity.