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Holy smokes. One year ago today, OL launched its very first post. Since then, we’ve unfurled countless obscenities, over-indulgent critiques of comic book characters and recollections of general buffoonery onto the Internet. Caffeine Powered chronicled that final season of LOST with a candor and enthusiasm that I truly believe is worthy of publication. I walked readers through the oft-overlooked celebration of OCTOBERFEAST. We got to express ourselves in many ways that would be impossible otherwise.

It’s been a blast.

To those of you who regularly attend Omega-Stadium – thank you. We sincerely appreciate your support, even if that just means reading and commenting on a post.

Let’s keep making memories.

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Good morning! Good afternoon! Good evening. Welcome, welcome, welcome to the dance. A list of staggering beauty, replete with asinine pointlessness! Voyeurism in an age where we are obsessed with something-something-someone’s vagina and the decay and collapse of both society and celebrities. Decay? Collapse? Maybe. Who knows. We’ve been calling it the end days since we were silly enough to proclaim Monsieur Christ beyond a good man, but rather a deity. I ain’t got nothin’ for ya’ll but my distractions and my empty panderings. But that’s good enough for you, I hope? I wish! I pray! Who knows. Refresh this page at work and brace yourself. The universe trudges.

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 what you’re diggin’ on to get through the drudgery.

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I know that I’ve skimped on doing a True Blood recap the last couple of weeks, and for that I apologize. Sort of, and somewhat. The truth being that the show inculcates in me something of a blind rage, and a recap would be me smashing angrily on a keyboard, nerd rage clouding my vision and mind.

But!, I have been consigned to do a recap, and I promise one. So here I am. We’re going to try and keep it positive today. That’s right, I won’t bring any complaints. It’s going to be a short recap.

Is it commonly accepted at this point that Hoyt and Jessica’s relationship is the best on the show? And furthermore, the most interesting one? I love the scenes between the two of them, and I find their relationship eminently relatable. Hoyt is suffering from Rebounditcus Con Douchecuntinus. It’s a common problem for man and woman alike.

Rebounding with a douchey person out of a sense of need to be with someone. Yeah man, I been there Hoyt. Stay strong. And you probably have too, faithful readers. When Hoyt is all, “Man, I fucking hate her”, it struck a cord.

I remember my last rebound chick. A psychosis that was only surpassed by the jungle in her loins. Flossin’ for weeks, yo. And stalked for months.

Stay strong, Hoyt.

I know I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do, but I’m totally in love with Northman’s crusade for revenge against Russell Nazi Guy. I mean, c’mon. It’s a Viking seeking out the man responsible for his father’s death. And yeah, of course I’m a bit smitten with smoldering Eric and the way he just sort of broods into the camera. I think between my girlfriend and myself there’s an unspoken appreciate for Eric that crosses (blurry) lines of sexual preference and gender.

The only thing is, what are they going to do with Northman once he consummates his Revenge Quest? He’ll totally level-up and gain +30 Serenity, but please lord don’t place him back in the Gap-Toothed Wonder / Brooding Confederate Vampire dynamic. They’re insuffertable enough, we don’t need to drag the entire cast into it.

And finally, the coup de grace, the final three minutes of the episode. I hadn’t been this enthralled with an episode of True Blood since perhaps the first episode of the entire series. Or, when Godric was on screen rockin’ out as Jesus Christ Vampire. Spittin’ about acceptance and life.

If I knew Russell Edgington was going to be this interesting by the end of his arch, I don’t think I would have hated him with the passion that I did. Dude stole the entire episode. Between rolling in the exploded bits of Previously Talbot, to cooing into a chalice of Talbot mush, he was a rollicking clusterfuck of insane absurdity.

That’s when this show is rollin’, when they eschew the brain-numbing awkward love-slop pandering for some sort of ridiculous moment drizzled in light social commentary.

And goddamn, did we get it last night.

There’s something about offering a social critique while holding the spinal cord of a fallen douche that appeals to me. I don’t know if it’s the social critique, or the spinal cord dripping in muck, or perhaps a synergy of the two circumstances that speaks to me. But if you combine the two of them in an absurd monologue, you’re going to crush it in my eyes.

So Russell did that. His monologue carefully towed the precipice between preachy and insightful, and any time I was about to groan, I remember he was doing it while his right hand was covered in some dude’s central nervous system.

I sat slack-jawed at the ridiculousness of the scene, and by the time he kicked it over to the meteorologist, I almost forgot that at the middle of the episode I was so bored I was checking my email on my phone.

Almost.

[This! Is! Mad Men! recaps the newest developments of Don Draper and his ragtag group of cohorts. In the spirit of the show, it will often be sexist and drunk. Apologies ahead of time.]

This week, I decided to do something a little bit different. While watching the fourth episode of Mad Men‘s fourth season, I took notes. I didn’t edit for style or content or any of those other components of writing that make it interesting. Somewhere between stream-of-consciousness and live-blogging, I now present my notes for The Rejected.

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Sometimes, you cannot dare the universe with culminating absurdity. Whoever thought it would be a good idea for Tila Tequila to perform at the Gathering of the Juggalos clearly didn’t think through the consequences of putting one piece of gutter trash in front of another gathering of social refuse.

For all of us though? The results seem surreal.

Boing Boing:

CNN reports that Tila Tequila, star of MySpace and reality television, suffered facial cuts after being pelted with rocks and liquor bottles during her performance at “Gathering of the Juggalos” in rural Illinois. A witness said the crowd of about 2,000 was hostile toward Tequila. “She took her top off and they got really violent,” he said. The witness asked not to be identified, “so that he does not anger the juggalos.”

Let’s zoom in on one particular bid of awesomeness. ENHANCE:

The witness asked not to be identified, “so that he does not anger the juggalos.”

Hell yeah man! You know what happens when you piss off a group of juggalos, yo! You do something crazy like show them your tits and they be gonna rough you up.

I love this story.

This just in – George Lucas has announced that Fall 2011 will see the release of a boxset consisting of all six Star Wars flicks on Blu-ray. Of course, Uncle Georgie has decided to once again spit on the fans who desire the Holy Trilogy’s theatrical cuts. When asked about the possibility of releasing the original versions on Blu-ray, Lucas declared;

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“Releasing the originals is kind of an oxymoron because the quality of the original is not very good. You have to go through and do a whole restoration on it, and you have to do that digitally. It’s a very, very expensive process to do it. So when we did the transfer to digital, we only transferred really the upgraded version.”

Right. I’m sure it’s a matter of the money, not the fact that Lucas is a self-righteous nutjob. I know this is big news, but I can’t help but feel my blood starting to boil. It’s been years since I’ve allowed myself to get worked up over George Lucas and his bullshit revisionist history. But this announcement just brings it all back…

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The Almighty GJ have released their new single All Good Junkies Go to Heaven on vinyl. As is to be expected, the record is already out of stock and more copies are going to be printed.

I’d really prefer their new EP to be released as a straght-up CD (or even a digital download), but I might just have to invest in a turntable.

Judging from this track and You Think You’re John Fucking Lennon, I think it’d be a worthwhile investment.

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Inception, not to be outdone by fucking LOST, goes 8-Bit.

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