Monday Morning Commute: Kicking Ass While LOST in my Mass Erection

THE WORD is strong with this one

Busy week. Tons of shit going on. LOST premiere. Playing Mass Effect 2. LOST premiere. Did I mention the LOST premiere? There’s the LOST premiere this week. I’m going to keep this short and sweet. I implore you to let me know what you’re up to this week, the countdown until Sunday, where we are treated to Corpulence and Advertisement night.

Monday Morning Commute. Every Monday I’m going to detail the various things I’m either currently or will be watching, reading, playing, and listening to in the next seven days. It’s Monday. You’ve got a long week of school, work, or compulsive masturbation to get through. Tell me the arts that you’re indulging in, to stave off suicide.


Watching / LOST

Come on, you had to know what this was what I’m looking forward to. It’s been a long ass month, counting down to the LOST final season premiere. It has actually gone by slowly, but now that it is upon us, I can’t believe it. I don’t want it to end, but I’m looking forward to all the plot strings being tied together into some gorgeous knot. I’m sprung, ready to rock.

Behold, the Biotic Galaxy Spanning Thunder

Playing / Mass Effect 2

Yeah, redundant! Reeeeedundant. That’s what I am there days. All I want to blather about is LOST and Mass Effect 2. I’ve been rocking out with Shepard and her (yes, I’m playing as a chick) band of ass-whipping galaxy-saving motherfuckers since Tuesday. This game has me by the dong, and I can’t stop loving the tugging. I’m twelve-hours in, and I’m dragging my feet. I’m feeling the same way I used to feel when I played through a Final Fantasy: I don’t want this shit to end. I really don’t. I pledge to do everything, all the side-missions, scan all the planets, before I embark on my suicide run. It’s so god damn fantastic.


Reading / Kick-Ass #8

I actually haven’t read this shit yet, but I want to. I know, I’m an asshole. I’ve been reading hundreds of pages of British Women’s Literature the past week, so cut me some fucking slack. I haven’t read any comic books in two weeks, and my backlog is beginning to multiple like diseased bodies in the aforementioned plague-riddled Britain.

It’s the final issue in the first storyline, and it is the basis for the movie, which I have a nerd-boner for, so I need to get with it. Pepsibones has splooged over it, and that’s more than enough for me to be excited. I mean, fuck, the cover itself is epic, “When Titans Pimp-Slap.” Win, win win!