What’s up, travelers aboard the Space-Ship OMEGA? It’s finally, finally the Weekend Open Bar.
Boy. Weird week, no? COVID-19 has finally struck America’s consciousness, and such a strike has felled any sort of normalcy. Ain’t no sports! Ain’t no toilet paper! Movie premieres being delayed. Schools being closed. What the fuck! What the fuck does this all mean?
Honestly, I don’t know!
I’m just going to be agnostic about the idea of a Slaughterhouse-Five adaptation. Yes, Vonnegut is a top five author for me. No, I don’t think it’s likely this show will be fantastic. But yes, I’m willing to give it a shot. If it sucks? So it goes.
Holy shit. One of my favorite minds is bringing to life one of my favorite books by one of my favorite authors. What a deliciously unexpected, mildly arousing, certainly promising development.
Fargo is the fucking shit. Vonnegut is my favorite. The fact that the two are colliding in a TV adaptation of Cat’s Cradle is the fucking berries.
Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle is getting a TV adaptation. Bruh is my favorite. But a TV riff on this novel? Hmm. I don’t usually have to till my feelings regarding adaptations of his, so this is unusual.
Hello friends. Nuzzle your bunghole close to the center of your leather seat here aboard the Mothership, and grab a beverage. This here is Monday Morning Commute, the therapy session where we all discuss the various arts, crafts, beverages, and bloat-inducing burgers that are helping us through this thing called Existence. Oh me? I’m just wallowing away here on break from work. My days have slide into nights, vampire weekends into a vampire existence. I’ve broken the noon wake-up call a couple of times, and my self-loathing is spiking. You’re all beautiful.
Failed authors! We are Legion. Here’s something to cheer us up: even Kurt Vonnegut took a lickin’ before he blew up. Here’s the rejection letter a young ass Vonnegut received for an account he wrote of the Dresden Bombing.
Remember a couple of days ago when I posted that a douche professor in Missouri managed to get Slaughterhouse-Five banned? Well the Kurt Vonnegut memorial library is willing to give away copies of the books. This is awesome.
Welcome back to MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! By the time you read this, you’ll most likely have completed your first day of the workweek and will be primed for some solid entertainment. But not if you work the graveyard shift. Which is a bummer, unless you actually work at the graveyard, `cause then you get to meet zombies and mad scientists and packs of goth kids playing Ouija!
In any case, I’m going to give you the rundown on some of the shit that’ll be keeping my spirits high over the course of the next week. Your mission – should you choose to accept it – is to hit up the comments and show which sidearms you’ll be using in this workweek showdown.