Monday Morning Commute: (Sgt.) Slaughter of the Soul!
Happy Memorial Day to ya’ll living within the Empire! As a child, most of my worldview was shaped by the World Wrestling Federation. And to be honest, I’m almost positive I’m better for it. And one thing I learned is that those who turn their back on their country are thick-jawed, dastardly pieces of shit. (Like Sgt. Slaughter.) Don’t be a Sgt. Slaughter. Give big ups to those who have served in a moment of fleeting, momentary clarity. And then go about your proper Imperial means of celebration. Charred animal flesh. Excessive drinking. Maybe a jingoistic, statistically inaccurate proclamation about Whatever You Really Like In America.
When you’re done! Join me here at Monday Morning Commute. Where we share what we’re looking forward to in a given week, or maybe something of particular dopeness we want to share with the rest of the Space-Ship.
Going to see Mad Max a third time today.
With Papa OMEGA. No doubt his ass-hairs
will be blown off.
I’m going to crack open Binary Domain
this week. I’ve been (sort of) looking
for any sort of sci-fi gaming goodness.
Got a game you could recommend?
Speaking of science. More than one person
has recommended Halt and Catch Fire. So I’m
going to dominate the first season before s2’s
premiere this Sunday.
Speaking of this weekend. It’s my Bachelor Weekend.
Going down in Portland, Maine. I’d say pray for me —
but I’m the mild one. Pray for Rendar and Riff.
Maybe Pluto, too.
Bateman and I watched
five hours of Lucha Underground this weekend.
Run The Jewels baby! Please don’t delay me.
That’s it for me! Should anything else strike, I’ll drop it in the comments. How about you? What are you anticipating this week?