Views From The Space-Ship: The Shores of Consciousness
Goddamn, it’s really been a month since I dropped ya’ll a peek into my life? Gave you a glimpse into the fart-laden, madness-powered halls of my existence? Again, I say goddamn! You can really tell the end of the semester blasted me in the nards and then open-hand slapped me into submission. Anyhoo — check it out, a few glimpses into my meat-space from the past month! Admittedly, I’ve accidentally deleted a lot of photos from my camera, so what you’re really seeing are the ones that escaped the mistaken cullings.
Nonetheless! Here you go! Join me in the comments section with your own views, my friends!
This is Views From The Space-Ship!
Monday Morning Commute: the glory of chasing the neon dusk
As the season turns to Summer, the dusks get more and more glorious. Certainly, they’ll never achieve the neon-glow of a synthwave stroll down a tranquil highway. But we take what we can get in life, and the dusks we are afforded are pretty damn swell. These glorious late Spring dusks are just one of the things I’m enjoying right now, as I begin to kick off a short vacation this Thursday.
It ain’t all sunshine and rainbows for this dude, though. We got ourselves an all-hands-on-deck situation with the unexpected arrival of my Mother-in-Law, which sort of isn’t great on its own, but its doubly not great when Sam had planned to relax this week between jobs. But we take what we can get in life, and I got a lot of other stuff to distract me from this unfortunate turn of events.
So with that in mind, with arts-farts-and-distractions especially important this week, let’s hit the column! Just bang it out. Enthusiastically, but with purpose and poise. This is Monday Morning Commute! Join my thick, hairy ass in the comments section with your own happenings this week!
Weekend Open Bar: Party Out In The Desert (Heat)
Classes are finally fucking over, my friends! Sure, I got some tutoring and some grading to do, but that shit is small potatoes. Stick a couple of them in my ass and send me into the desert! I don’t care. Ain’t no problem. I’ll return to you later in the day with some glazed baked potatoes and an impish grin! But legit, it feels fucking good to have a few weeks off before the Summer Semester cranks up! Cranks out. Cranks…off?
Monday Morning Commute: The Gathering of the Sons of Samega!
Come one, come all Don your cloaks, summon your Eldritch Other, and join me! This is a gathering of the Sons of Samega! A dark, haunting, weekly ritual filled with allusions to boobs, books, babes, butts, beauties of the universe, and other myriad items.
How is everyone doing? I’m white-knuckling it through the end of the semester, and finally beginning to see the Light at the End of the Tunnel. What awaits me on the other side? Why, a revelry of laziness (probably not), relaxation (anxiety doesn’t allow it), and some gaming, reading, and watching (probably achievable).
In fact, Imma about to enumerate all the things I’m engaging with this week! Then as Obedient Followers of the Samega, you’ll do the same in the comments!
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Edgar Wright directing adaptation of Stephen King’s ‘The Running Man’ for Paramount. Holy fuck, yes!
Holy shit, Edgar Wright is directing a new adaptation of The Running Man. Man, ain’t this good news for my ass. Given my love for Stephen King lately, and my adoration for Edgar Wright! Oh hell yes.
Paperback Orgy: Soul-Swapping, Suicide Booths, and Immortality Inc.
One of the joys of being into sci-fi is that the genre has such a rich history to draw from. Even if I quit my job, touched the monolith, took up speed, and did nothing but devour sci-fi books and movies 24/7, I’d never reach the end. It’s a beautiful and exciting thing – especially on the book shelf. You can go into any thrift store in the world and pick up a sci-fi paperback of yore for a quarter or two. That’s a cheap price to pay for a window into our beloved genre’s history. I thrift for books a couple times a month to snatch up any sci-fi paperbacks I haven’t hoarded yet. Believe me when I say that there are enough used copies of Rendezvous With Rama out there to build a bridge across the Atlantic.
Paperback Orgy will hopefully be a semi-regular column in which I discuss a choice selection from my recent booty. For our inaugural post I want to talk about a book that’s been collecting dust on my shelves for a minute now: Robert Sheckley‘s 1959 comical tale of the soul and the shittiness of rich people…Immortality Inc.
Monday Morning Commute: By My Corrupt Soul!
Hey there, welcome to Monday – the worst fucking day of the workweek! Tuesdays see the release of CDs and DVDs. Wednesdays are sacred, as comic books are released. Thursday is the last real workday, the final chance for bosses to make requests without being scoffed at. And Friday is a goddamn party – beers are drank and the ghettoblaster is cranked!
So how do we get through this most abysmal of days, this return to drudgery and serfdom? Well, we rock the Monday Morning Commute! This is the spot where I share what I’ll be doing in the upcoming days.
After you see which bits of entertainment form my anti-stress forcefield, it’s your duty to hit up the comments and tell me about your forcefield.
Let’s do this!