Monday Morning Commute: 2 Minutes To Midnight
Hello, friends. Welcome to Monday Morning Commute. The column that serves as the Balm that soothes the Unrelenting Burn of It All. Within this post, the lot of us wearied travelers come together. We feed each other Chez-Its, and perhaps too lovingly brush the crumbs from one another’s lips. We rub each other’s backs, leaving the hand perhaps a moment too long on the small of one another’s back. And most importantly, we share the various Arts & Farts that we’re looking forward to on a given week. The sort of Necessary Distractions that illuminate our lives, titillate our brains, and distract our souls from the Maelstrom.
Monday Morning Commute: Even Martians Like Long Weekends
It’s Labor Day here in the Empire. The holiday that has been co-opted and become a celebration of the successful completion of a Summer. It also signals what is for many the Long March towards Winter. Via Autumn. Me? I fucking love the Fall. Favorite season. It’s not too cold, but it’s cool enough to snuggle up with a blanket. It heralds my favorite Opiate of the Masses: football (and my 1a: hockey). In addition, a secondary market of cool balms to draw me out of my peretual existential crisis arrives in the form of Fall Television Programming. Finally let us not forget how it drums up my favorite gauntlet of Fabricated Reasons to Celebrate, which is the stretch from Halloween through Christmas.
So yeah, I’m down with Labor Day. Cool enough. But I’m really down with what it signals.
(Oh yeah wait this is Monday Morning Commute the column where we share the various aforementioned balms and non-literal and perhaps literal sedatives that get us through the week with minimal scarring so I’ll start by giving you a rundown of what I’m enjoying this week and then you do me the solid of letting me know what you’re totally into this week and that way we will all be a happy commune full of run-on sentences and dementia and cool arts and farts to try out okay how does that sound?)
Monday Morning Commute: Rippin’ Sugar Packets
Welcome to the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE – OL’s weekly show-and-tell session. I’m going to give you a peek at some of the bits of entertainment that’ll keep me from swearing off our oppressive society, giving away all my worldly possessions, and then fleeing to the wilderness so I can die in a van.
After reading about the destinations of my entertainment-excursions, you’re encouraged to hit up the comments section so you can show off your own itinerary.
Randy Moss “One Clap” Video by DJ Steve Porter Is Straight Dance, Homie.
Courtesy of Royale No Cheese over at Mishka came this nearly day-altering video. Randy Moss is my favorite head case. And while we don’t and won’t talk the politics of sports and sport allegiances here at OL, I needed to post this. It’s straight-up dance, courtesy of Sir Randall “The Freak” “Probably A Bit Crazy” Moss, and DJ Steve Porter. Hit the jump to bask in it.