I think I’m going to have more to say about this at some point in an MMC or some shit, but this is very, very interesting to me. Netflix is letting directors go back and retroactively shows now. Shows as blog posts. Shows as Instagram posts. This sort of shit was first noted when Kanye was actively patching and changing…some album I’m too lazy to look up. But now the practice is going even more mainstream with it happening with Stranger Things, and I find it equal parts interesting and haunting.
Ya’ll remember Stranger Things, right? The fucking show that was equal parts sort of wonderful nostalgia and glaring thievery? Okay, maybe only I remember it that way. But you do, right? You do remember, I assume? Well the motherfucker is returning, finally! After a thick-ass wait. The problem? Said thick-ass wait is going to continue into 2022 when the fourth season will finally drop.
I’m excited for Stranger Things‘ new season. I’ll admit that, even after I become more and more convinced The Duffer Brothers don’t have an original idea in their head. But, hey! Them motherfuckers can pay glorious homage when they’re on their game. And when they’re not? Woof.
Stranger Things is getting a Season 4. Which seems like an obvious move. However, even better news is that the show is going to move beyond Hawkins.
Greetings, fellow travelers upon the Space-Ship Omega! It’s I, your depraved and debauched captain. Walking around, wearing only boxer briefs and a compromised smile! How are you? Me? I’m doing decent enough. Pausing for a moment, taking a good goddamn breath. It’s hard to believe July is almost over. But, it’s also not that hard. My word, what a fucking busy month. Went to a funeral, taught two classes, went to Denver, ate too much. However, I’m done! Done teaching, at least until September.
Thus, I’m stoked to spend this time reconnecting with you all. Here on the blog! Hopefully this weekend, on Twitch!
What are you up to this week? Playing anything? Watching anything? What measures are you taking to stay cool, as the Earth melts and hope evaporates? I wanna know!
I’ll go first.
Stranger Things, also known as the Very Popular Nostalgia Vulture, is turning its eyes towards summer. Yup, the show is about to mine a previously unexploited source of 80s nostalgia — the summer flick.
This news is going to excite a lot of people. I am not one of those people.
Stranger Things season 3, the follow-up to the shit-ass Stranger Things season 2, now has an official teaser.
…and a fucking hearty salutation to everyone! As I predicted last week, it seems that Tuesday Evenings are the new Monday Morning this semester. I’m going to level with you folks, I’m fucking tired these days. My malignant malaise is equal parts Being In The Teeth of the Semester, Chemical Imbalance, and an Ever Increasing Lack of Sunlight.
Why, just mustering up this column begs a good amount out of me.
You know, after a ten hour work day.
You know, after going to the gym.
You know, after unpacking my bags.
You know, after walking the dog.
So on, and so forth.
But, I’m here. Hopefully, you are too. This is Monday Morning Commute. On a Tuesday Evening. Within these walls, I’m going to tell you what’s getting me through the week.
What I’m watching.
What I’m playing.
I hope you’ll join me in the comments section with your own happenings.
It’s the Weekend! It’s the Open Bar. Arriving not a moment too soon, too. For some reason, it’s been a long goddamn week. That ain’t a rhetorical opener, either. Don’t know why, but this week has run me ragged. The good news, oh the good news, is that I have two fucking weddings lined up to really put the nail through my emotional skull. But, I can’t complain too much. The weekend is stacked with merriment, outside of the culturally produced, economically encouraged social obligations.
I got scalps on my mind! Nazi-hunting on my mind. Got some (wait for) stranger things on my mind too, involving the 1980s and Lovecraftian monsters.
So, all in all, I suppose I ain’t too despondent about the weekend.