Monday Morning Commute: An Explosive-Tipped Arrow to Our Mutual Malaise
Hey, friends! Welcome to another edition of Monday Morning Commute, within the current pandemically painful climate! I must confess, these posts are a bit difficult to write as of late. Not that I don’t want to hang with you all — in fact, I think that may be the primary reason I churn them out at all. Rather, it’s just deeply, deeply difficult for me to concentrate on anything days. One minute I’ll be cruising along the highway of Vibe City, and the next I’m contemplating society, the health of my friends, and the health of my wife’s employment and my own. But, what the fuck can you do? Cave? No way! Instead, we must make like Rambo.
That’s right. Strip off our shirts, oil up our bodies, and launch explosive-tipped arrows at our malaise. Let our hair be as beautiful as him, and let our aim be as true.
I’ll go first! Join me in the comments.
Been watching a lot of horror movies as of late. I’m not sure why? Perhaps the Eschaton is where I wish to spend my time. Or perhaps they provide a temporarily cathartic experience. A group of people encounter horrors beyond the typical, suffer losses, and eventually emerge out the other side. Who the fuck knows. My latest viewings? Pontypool and The Conjuring.
In case you haven’t seen it, you really should watch Tiger King on Netflix. Man. I watch a lot of documentaries, and few have left me as absolutely stunned at the idea that I what I was watching was real events. Even person in the documentary is equal shades appalling and compelling. Not only that, but given that Everything Is Cancelled, the show is pretty much the only thing generating memes right now. So if you even want to remotely understand the mimetic glaze of our cultural collective consciousness, you should start here.
Games? Playing games you say? Man, I don’t know. I really want to play DOOM Eternal. But, I think that son of a bitch demands a level of intensity I’m incapable of generating on a daily basis. RIP and TEAR is not exactly compatible with my current mental state: SAD and LETHARGIC. However, as always, Dead Cells continues to captivate. All I want to do is run Dead Cells. Always Dead Cells. Forever Dead Cells. Speaking of which, I think Bateman and I are doing another Wednesday pop-up. I would love to have the entire squad there midweek, but I know some of ya’ll are busy. Unfortunately, my rank ass needs to wake-up early on Fridays for tutoring.
Watched Rambo: First Blood Part II over the weekend with Bateman. And what is there to say, really? Outside of the fact that the only thing John Rambo hates more than the Vietcong is Government Bureaucracy. And he seems to punish both with an unrelenting force that is fucking amazing. I mean, come on. Dude uses an explosive arrow to blow up a single dude. If that doesn’t reek of Absolute Bad Assery, what does? Bateman told me the series only gets more wild, and whelp, I’m completely fucking in.
That’s about it for me, my friends. What are you enjoying this week? What Escape Hatch are you jumping to? What Pop Cultural Balm are you slathering all over yourself? I want to know!