Marvel’s joined Comixology’s all-you-can-read Netflix-ass subscription service! Does this do anything for you?

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Sort of lukewarm on Defenders, if I’m being honest. Luke Cage got real, real bad for me, and then Iron Fist was so terrible I didn’t even watch it. Still! Though! I’ll remain optimistic.

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Man, I didn’t really want to watch this new trailer for It Comes At Night. Why? Because I fucking *loved* the teaser, and I want to go in knowing as little as possible about the movie. But, well. I’ve watched it, and I love it.

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Maybe I’m just burnt out on comic book properties in general, definitely on TV, but I can’t imagine a Universe where I give a fuck about the Inhumans show.

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The ZeldaTablet got another killer app this week, in the form of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe. I really, really want to play that motherfucker with friends, and apparently a lot of other people do too.

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Here’s a trailer for the fifth season of House of Cards. A show whose lead is a despicable human being, capable of anything, and yet still preferable to our current administration.

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I wasn’t supposed to be upset that Russell was dead.

Pops and Mahma explained to me when we first got him, years back, that he was mine to look after. After all, they reasoned, it was because of my begging and pleading that they agreed to go to a breeder in the first place. While it was true, Pops admitted, that we all fell in love with Russell’s soft whimpering and pouty eyes, he was mine to look after.

And that meant, in their parental estimation, not only enjoying the benefits but also dealing with the baggage. And to do so with the grace and poise for which our family — the Eldertons — was known.

So, needless to say, Pops and Mahma were none too thrilled when they found me cradling Russell’s body on the morning that I found him, gently and peacefully, dead in the backyard. I was crying, and they were disgusted, but I told them that Russell was my best friend and they should honor my feelings even if they didn’t agree with them.

I wasn’t supposed to be upset that Russell was dead, they told me. I was supposed to know that Russell’s lifespan, given his breed, was going to be short, they told me. I was supposed to stop crying, and when I collected myself I could go back to the breeder and get a new Russell, they told me.

But they’d never told me that it was risky for me to get Russell in the first place. They’d never told me that something’d gone awry when I was programmed. They’d never told me that I’d been glitch-maxxed for empathy.

I wasn’t supposed to be upset that Russell was dead, but he was more than just a human being to me.

He was my best friend.

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Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE!

Now that you’ve survived another one of my brain-damaged attempts at drivel fiction, it’s time to discuss the upcoming week’s activities.

What’re you going to do to curb the blow of another workweek? What’re you looking forward to? What’s getting you jacked up and ready to embrace existence?

I’ll start.

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Starting May 16, a black and white edition of Logan is hitting theaters for a limited run. I don’t necessarily need to see this, still though, it’s a cool gesture.

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Ah, *fuck* it, I’ll cover this. The last couple of days people have been stroking glands about this potential outfit for Rey in The Last Jedi. The reveal, maybe reveal, comes courtesy of Star Wars: Battlefront II pre-order promotional materials.

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If I’m being honest, I don’t do Desktop Thursdays on the weekly because some weeks, you know. Some weeks I just haven’t accumulated enough artifacts of my life to make it worth sharing with you. But! This week, I have returned. So let’s Dance the Dance. I’m going to drop on you a glimpse or so into my world(s) – virtual, physical, existential. Following that, I hope you’ll share glimpses into your own!

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