Watch: Run The Jewels syncs up perfectly with ‘Diners, Drive-Ins And Dives’, praise the slop culture apocalypse
I, I don’t know how people fucking figure these things out. That said, I’m glad that someone decided to do so. RTJ? Guy Fieri? The mash-up we didn’t know we needed. May it be a light for you in these dark times.
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My god. I thought I was enjoying the trailer for Black Panther *before* Run The Jewels began playing. By the first “woo” hit, I was ready to run through a goddamn wall. I cannot wait for this movie.
Yes, the lead of this paragraph is decidedly Run The Jewels and not Gears of War 4. That said, I’m excited for both the new Gears and RTJ3. Moreso RTJ3, but I’m sweating that more than most things.
It’s the freakin’ Weekend, baby! Halloween Weekend, to be exact! Slice your flesh-sack, provide the blood to the altar! Summon a wonderful fucking weekend for yourself, and the other denizens of the Perpetually Decaying Universe! Entropy! Ain’t nothing more fucking terrifying than that! But we’re here! We’re here, together! So let’s hang out at the Open Bar!
Welcome! SpartanFuckLords! To Tuesday Afternoon Commute! The day late edition of Monday Morning Commute! I’ll level with you. I worked until 7:45 pm yesterday. By the time I got home (8:30), ate dinner (turkey chili) and began to relax (put on sweatpants and ate an entire box of Star Wars Chez-Its while laying down), I was no longer willing to open my backpack. Unleash my computer. Type up this column! But now it’s here! Monday Morning Commute! By way of Tuesday Afternoon Commute!
This column! Where we share the ArtsFartsBooksBeatsVideoGamesEtc we are looking forward to enjoying during a given week! I’ll go first! Then you share what you’re up to this week! What are you drinking? Playing? Reading? Ruminating over? Let me know~
Happy Memorial Day to ya’ll living within the Empire! As a child, most of my worldview was shaped by the World Wrestling Federation. And to be honest, I’m almost positive I’m better for it. And one thing I learned is that those who turn their back on their country are thick-jawed, dastardly pieces of shit. (Like Sgt. Slaughter.) Don’t be a Sgt. Slaughter. Give big ups to those who have served in a moment of fleeting, momentary clarity. And then go about your proper Imperial means of celebration. Charred animal flesh. Excessive drinking. Maybe a jingoistic, statistically inaccurate proclamation about Whatever You Really Like In America.
Do I ever post music stuff here? NOPE. Am I breaking my own rule because I want to RIDE OR DIE with RTJ? YUP.
It’s always nice to know that people get you and what you’re about. And so it’s been dope today. No less than five people have pushed this news along to me today as I worked. Ya’ll beautiful. As beautiful as these FUCKING RUN THE JEWELS VARIANT COVERS OH FUCK YES.