This is Views From The Space-Ship. Fuck, man. Busy couple of days. Barely touched the computer. Barely updated the site. So here. Snap back the veil, perceive the Reality of Caff. It’s nothing special. Like all, I aspire to transcendence, but should work towards accepting banality.
Share your own view of the world if you’re so inclined.
Welcome, friends. Welcome to Monday Morning Commute. The column where we announce (proudly?) the various things we’re going to enjoy across the next seven days. It’s an integral motion, you know. Enjoying things. Helps me personally get through ten hour work days. The calming influence that is having a movie-video-game-album-stroke-fest on the horizon.
Here are the subjects I shall be dabbling in.
…and a good day to you too, folks. For those of you here in the Empire, I hope your long weekend was rather enjoyable. Me? Oh, I had myself a blast. Took one off the chin in the world of sporting events (hint), but what the fuck can you do. This weekend also saw the frozen ice guys back on the prowl, with Rendar and myself enjoying a jaunt to the ice chest today ourselves. Local team won, we ate something like ninety-three hot dogs. By the end of the day I was able to smile again, thanks to a little salve on the nips. This is Monday Morning Commute, a column which a list of coping mechanisms we use to get ourselves through the doldrums. Coping mechanisms (video games) for when coping mechanisms (sports teams) fail. System redundancies.