Hey friends! Drinkwater here. Caffeine Powered here. CaffPow here. Whatever appellation you want to hang on me, go for it. I simply don’t fucking care. Weird week here for me, friends. My wife’s grandmother passed away last week, and we’re in that liminal state. Between the passing and the service. Between the act and the acceptance. If you’re reading this babe, I love you! You’ve got this. And so everything feels in stasis until at least the service on Saturday. But as we all know, it’ll be a much longer process than that.
Meanwhile, I am in the doldrums of the semester. Tired. I’m tired. The students are tired. The staff are tired. We all out here, tired. So, apologies if nothing is truly sizzling my tits right now. I present to you Monday Morning Commute, none the less. And, I suppose that’s where you come in.
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Let me know what you’re enjoying!
Furthermore, let me know what you’re anticipating this week!
I’ll go first, per the rules of this dance.
2016 is a fucking savage when it comes to sloughing off the mortal coils of beloved famous folk, eh? Fucking savage.
Fuckkk! Mr. Fuji taught me a lot as a young human being on this Blue Marble. For example. Always surround yourself with talented people. Embrace uncomfortable and potentially racist depictions of your nationality. And most importantly, if someone gets in your face, blind those pieces of shit by throwing salt in their eyes.
He will be missed.
I know David Huddleston from The Big Lebowski, where he played the real Lebowski, Lebowski. The actor has passed away at the age of 85, but he will live on in my seemingly endless repeat viewings of the aforementioned movie, one of my favorites of all time.
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It’s my one-year anniversary today, yo. The Wife and I. Dang hitched. I don’t feel much regarding it, though. Spoke about it with the better half, and we’re both like, you know. Shrug emoji. The date that sticks out to the both of us is our initial date. Feels more genuine than the $20,000+ back-patting we threw for…our parents a year ago.
I mean, don’t get me wrong.
It was a great night.
Wes Craven has passed away at the age of 76, after a battle with brain cancer. What a goddamn bummer. The man is behind some of the greatest horror movies of all time, and certainly the inspiration for countless great ones to come. Let us remember the lad well. What was your favorite movie of his?
Bummer, serious bummer.
You know James Horner. Even if you don’t *know* him by name, you know his music. And now the legendary composer has passed away, after a fatal plane crash.
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.