I had been tiring of Seth Rogen and his  shtick  for a while now, but last weekend he reinvigorated my love for him. Speaking at the 2012 Spirit Awards he spit general hot fire, but clinched my approval for the verbal tire iron he swung at the piece of utter  refuse, Chris Brown.

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There’s an assload of DLC coming out for Mass Effect 3. All of it is strewn through a variety of mediums – from other game purchases to figurines to a fucking headset. So much for a cohesive experience. All of this DLC, should you wish to acquire it, would run you $870.

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OFWFKTA continue their domination with their Adult Swim show. It looks equal parts Tim and Eric  and Jackass. I know I’ll be watching. Definitely an acquired taste, and that taste is something like “juvenile dementia”.

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[Caff note: This originally started as an “Awesome Comments” post a few days ago, but Neil himself commented to clarify so I’ve since updated it.]

Did you have any idea that Neil Gaiman was a Scientologist? Or might be one? I had no idea either. Then a Truth Bomber by the name of John Constantaine drudged up a post from last June and went to down with his knives of illumination.

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Are you like me, ready to gobble up anything Mad Men  related? Then I got a poster for you! Not interested? No harm! No foul! Keep moseying.

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Sometimes I see a news article and I’m too lazy to pass it on. Usually happens during the weekend where I dare to disconnect for minimal moments. I came across this shiz this weekend, decided it could wait, and now it’s the fiery hotness across the netter-webs. Rejected Star Wars  toys, and they’re all pretty awesome.

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Lil Wayne! You proclaim to be a Martian, but you seem to be nothing more than an ostentatious douche. $1 million headphones. C’mon man!

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Hello there, fellow drone-bees! The workweek is upon us yet again, and we once again find ourselves hiding our true desires behind dead-skin masks. For forty hours a week, even the strongest and most original amongst us assume the personae of the tired and damned. In these times, we are nothing if not the hollow shells we’ve worked so hard to fill during off-hours.

Gatsby is jolted in the middle of the night, awakened by the American nightmare that sees him whimpering ,”Gatz…Minnesota…Dan Cody…”

Draper drinks and screws and sells himself into a life of luxury, and yet cannot shed the skin of Whitman’s despondency.

Kent writes the headlines that Superman inspires, but Kal-El will never get over the fact that he is the last survivor of a doomed lineage.

In spite of our most transcendental aspirations, there will always be forces working to keep us tethered to the material realities. And the most formidable of these forces is the bastard-thief known as the workweek. So there’s any hope of saving ourselves, we’ve only got one option.

We must remove our entertainment-swords from their scabbards and use them to slit the throat of the bastard-thief.

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Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! I’m going to show you the various bits of entertainment I’ll be using to preserve my spirit during the workweek. Your task, should you feel up to it, is to hit up the comments section and show off the ways you’ll be keeping your heart alive.

Let’s do this!

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The latest Mystery of the Universe has been figured out. When astronauts get their lucky asses up off this here Blue Marble, they begin to crave spicy foods. It seems that people didn’t know why, but they ever asked me and I would have explained it to them. They’re closer to Martian brain-wave manipulation. Obviously. Don’t buy my explanation? Some deceiver scientists offer a different one.

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