Man, let me in! Let me in to my own fucking temple, man! How dare I be locked out of my sanctum, my home, my astral resting place. I’m talking about my own goddamn mind, man. One of the things I’m constantly realizing these days is that in many ways I’m locked out of my own goddamn mind, and I would argue I’m not alone. I think some of the more interesting shit happening in our minds emotionally is obfuscated by the emotional plaque that builds up, the defense mechanisms we subconsciously construct, and the narratives we tell ourselves.
Behind the scenes!
In my own goddamn temple!
I have a good idea about some of the inner-workings, you know? I’m a goddamn man child. I care about people, the planet, and helping others. I’m bad to respond quickly to texts, I’m prone to emotional outbursts (negative and positive), and I’m deeply, deeply addicted to asses, my wife’s ass, and the pursuit of ass. The never-ending quest for ass.
However at the same time, Jesus Christ, what’s going on in here? My mind! However at the same time, Jesus Christ, what’s going on in all our minds?! I’ve begun to realize that in many ways I’m a stranger until myself! Said revelation has come to me because at least once a week my therapist asks me a question that stops me in my tracks.
“Oh yeah, I like myself.”
“Do you like yourself?”
Well said! Now that you’ve asked, I’m not really sure.
“I mean, I think so.”
“Would you question yourself, if you did?”
Well said! Now that you’ve asked me, I’m not really sure.
All you can really do is be mindful of your own goddamn Temple, you know? Realize you ain’t seeing everything that’s going on in that son of a bitch. Humble yourself to the notion that there may be doors you can’t open yourself. Doors you can’t see yourself. All you can really do is be mindful of the fact that sometimes others can see into those existential doors, windows, gutters, and gulches of yours better than you can. If they’re kind, let them help you.
Locked out of your own temple! Goddamn. Life is a fucking trip, man.
This is Monday Morning Commute.
On the one hand, I fucking love seeing Prey absolutely dominate on Hulu. Biggest premiere ever! On the other hand, what a fucking travesty that this shit isn’t on the big screen. A lean, mean, gorgeous, violent, sexy beast of a movie such as this needs to be seen writ large. Upon the silver screen! Across our entire plane of vision! We were robbed.
Scientists have created human bread yeast in a lab. At this point, why the fuck not? What ever goes wrong when we fuck around in labs? Nothing! But, uh. Would you eat it? Would you crush a glorious cheeseburger with a bun born of human yeast?I suppose I may. I suppose I may. It’s the Weird Age, might as well get fucking wild.
Man, I didn’t even know that fucking jet lightning bolts were a thing. But they are, and it gets better. These motherfuckers reach space and continue to confound scientists. Jet lightning bolts! Space! Rock and roll, fuckers.
The producer behind Friday the 13th is teasing franchise news dropping soon. Don’t fuck with us, bro. I mean. Listen, we need a new Friday the 13th. Even if it sucks. Best case scenario? It rocks, we thicken the corpus of the franchise. Worst case scenario? It sucks, we forget it. It can’t fucking hurt!
NASA has found holes on the Moon where the temperature is always nice, baby! Gotta love them holes with pleasant temperatures. Am I right? Am I right?! I’ll see myself the fuck out.
Scientists have just detected oldest dark matter ever observed in the Universe. Glimpse that shit, baby!
Fucking wizards at a university in Japan have detected the oldest dark matter ever observed in the Universe. Like, what the fuck? The concept of dark matter is wild enough, and then they out here doing this. The dark matter they’ve observed is from 12 billion years ago. Goddamn.
I’ve been sweating fucking Chainsaw Man since last year’s announcement of its anime adaptation. Have I used this time to read the manga? You know the answer, don’t make me feel like a piece of shit. Instead, enjoy this goddamn glorious trailer for the anime, which drops this October.
Stick out your tongue and let me drizzle some glimpses of my life into your willing mouth! Now with that tone set, let’s get into it. I really need to make it a point to take some more pictures on the daily, just so I can drop them bits of archival nonsense into these posts! But, can’t do anything about that today. Nope!
Consume these Views From The Space-Ship my friends, and leave your own in the comments. Gorge yourselves upon them, and vomit up into the ether views from your own existence.
A gamer who clearly has more skills in his perineum than I have in my whole body has completed the Halo 2 LASO deathless challenge. In doing so, motherfucker has claimed a $20,000 bounty that was issued for accomplishing this feat. What an outrageous amount of money! But, context is king. To claim this momentous combination of bragging rights and cash, dude had to complete the game on legendary. With all skulls turned on. Without dying. Jesus Christ.