This is Weekend Open Bar. The weekly invitation to come and hang out, share what you’re doing the next couple of days. What you’re eating, drinking, smoking, playing, reading, et cetera. Et cetera.

It’s week two of the Empire’s descent into Trumplandia. I’ve been struggling to make sense of how to behave in the face of such gravity.  The best I can think of, is to simply continue persisting. To continue doing things like typing up the Weekend Open Bar.

As a hero of mine opines, the most “daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.” So so I persist, here, at Weekend Open Bar. Week after week, inviting likeminded folks to spend time together. Week after week, offering likeminded folks a space-oasis in which we can pass the time in good nature together.

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Fuck, I keep forgetting we’re getting more Black Mirror. What a time to be alive (and incredibly depressed by an incisive, gorgeously produced television that serves as a scathing insight into our modern technological nightmare-dream).

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More fucking Black Mirror! Consistently blowing my goddamn mind, consistently blowing the mind of my students. I keep forgetting that we have more fucking Black Mirror! coming! And it’s got a fucking date!

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10 Cloverfield Lane was a fun installment in the Cloverfield Universe. It actually felt more more like an installment in some anthology series more than a full-blown movie (whatever the fuck that means, Ian), and so him joining Black Mirror‘s third season is pretty great.

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