Tuesday Afternoon Commute! I’m a day late. I’ve spent the last few days in a Theraflu haze. Thanks to my wife for bringing a death-flu back from the last conference she worked. Thanks to my wife for giving me the house I live in though, I suppose, I admit, begrudgingly, with her wonderful private sector job. A give and take, in life. A give and take, in existence.
What can you do? What can you do? What can you do? A little, or a lot. A lot, or a little. It all depends, it all depends.
What can I do? Well, I’m going to list the shit that I’m up to this week, that’s capturing my attention this week, that I’m sweating this week. Then I hope you do in the same in the comments section.
Weekend Open Bar! Come one, come all! Step right up into the saloon. Hang your jacket up by the fire, ignoring the blood trails. Step right up to the bar. Order your favorite drink, ignoring the bartender’s third eye. Step right up to the gathering in the corner. Tell me what you’re up to this weekend, ignoring my phlegmy laugh, and the circles under my eyes.
This is the weekly weekend column where we weakly, meekly, or enthusiastically (accounting for everything in-between) hang out. Sharing what we’re looking forward to this weekend. Be our foods, our games, our comics, our books, whatever the case! This is the place. Whatever the case!
Ah yeah! Friday, mothertruckers! And that can only mean one thing. Weekend Open Bar! The only fucking blog post you need over the next couple of days. Stop in here and let fly with anything! Consider us the corner table in the the Debauched Pop Culture Tavern. Share what you’re up to this the next couple of days. Share pictures of your Wonder Woman thong. Share gifs. Share stoned ramblings about the Illuminati. Anything & everything goes.