We’re at Doom’s Gate, motherfuckers! But, we’re in it together. I know it seems like small potatoes, but this week has at least felt like a communal panic. It sounds absurd, but it’s nice to feel closer to the communities I’m belong to, and my friends. If we’re on the Titanic, at least we’re all waltzing together, no?

So, let’s waltz here! At the Weekend Open Bar! It’s usually the weekly siesta where we gather, and share what we’re up to during a specific Weekend. And, that’s still the point of this son of a bitch! But, let’s also just hang out, stare at the sky together, and metaphorically scream.

Let’s spend time, friends!

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It’s a blue world without you, my friends. The fellows of Space-Ship Omega. What’s a world without friends, compatriots, and fellow mudders through the malaise of Existence. Fuck, do I enjoy hanging out with you all. And, I hope you’ll spend the weekend with me! Here at the Open Bar!

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