Happy Halloweekend, dick heads! Today, my students informed me this weekend, is in fact, Halloweekend. The more know you. I mean, college students use any reason to get hammered. That said, I imagine this will be a weekend of revelry for many, whilst dressed up like assholes and toolbags.
I mean that lovingly, of course.
I’ll be dressed up as well, of course.
God does not care if I jerk off, eat pizza, jerk off while eating pizza. I’ve explicitly asked it for permission while I did both activities. Paws filled with pizza sauce, and people sauce, and a ragged smile. God, I said. Do I have permission for this? No word. Jack, jack, eat, jack. God, I said. Are you busy? I have trouble with the fact that I’m tortured by the past and terrified of the future. No word. Jack, jack, eat, jack. God, I said. Are you busy? I have trouble with the fact that I’m in a rotting meat-case on a rotting planet, and frankly I think it’s a race to the finish line between the two of us. No word. No word. Jack, jack, eat, jack.
Citizens of OL, I say. Are you busy? It’s the weekend and I want to hang out with all of you. Click click, clack clack of the keyboard. Citizens of OL, I say. Are you busy? It’s the weekend and I want you to share everything you’re reading, eating, playing, seeing, experiencing with me. Click click, clack clack of the keyboard.
God, I said. Are you busy? Citizens of OL, I say. Are you busy? Jack, jack, eat, jack. Click click, clack clack of the keyboard.
God, Citizens, let’s spend some time together.
This is Weekend Open Bar.
As 2013 comes to a close, I look back on a rather lackluster year for myself. I feel like I’m standing still, stuck in the mud, and need a kick in the ass to move forward. While I didn’t hate the year, it will soon be forgotten and added to the long list of unremarkable events that make up my back story when I become a hero lion tamer that moonlights as a vigilante. Here’s a list of things I might remember from 2013.
Welcome, friends. Welcome to the Space-Ship Omega’s weekly column, Monday Morning Commute. Within these walls, I, the captain, and you all will share the various arts and farts that we’re interested in during a given week. The foci are generally said arts (and poots!) that are upcoming, but feel free to share past-dalliances that are on your dome-piece as well.
Time is of the something!
The last two High 5s have been about something from the entertainment world. Because I don’t want to just throw pop schlock out there every week, I’m changing it up. This week is all about stupid shit I’d buy if money was no object. Come on in and toss your stupid dreams in the pile.