What’s up, my friends? I must confess I’ve been staring at an empty text box for the past ten minutes. Trying to come up with something more gripping than “what’s up friends?” – but here we are. Just a poorly caffeinated dude (way below my usual levels, but I’m working on it), wanting to hang out. With ya’ll! The fellow occupants of the sovereign state known as Space-ship Omega!
We’re into the second actual, full, meaty week of the year. The holidays receding into memory, though not without subtle reminders. For me? The tightness in my waistbands, the billing statements stacking up. And with that infinite recession comes the reality that, oh fuck, there ain’t any respite arriving any time soon.
However! That’s what we have the art & farts & sharts for! To serve as a balm for the existential soul, helping us to get through the grind. And, wouldn’t you fucking know it! This here Monday Morning Commute serves as a community to communicate the various things we’re enjoying, and looking forward to, in a given week.
I’ll go first! ‘Cause, you know, I’m writing the motherfucking thing.
Oh sweet fuck, we’ve made it to the end of the year! When we all shut it down, thank the Maker we’ve crossed the darkest days of the year, and now (if we’re fortunate enough) we get to engage in sweet, sweet consumption. Consuming products. Consuming massive amounts of calories. And, Elder Ones willing, consuming some quality time with friends and family.
And! I hope ya’ll are some of the friends and family I get to spend time with this week! Here at the Christmas Week Commute!
Let’s shoot the fucking shit. Tell me what you’re going to be doing, this holiday week. Going to the movies? Ripping open gifts? Eating so much lasagna that your farts melt time and space?
I want to know!