X-Men: Apocalypse was garbage. Sophie Turner was garbage as Jean Grey. No worries! Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. Or, in other words, if shit makes loot, it gets a sequel!
Man, I don’t know what’s going on with my country. We’re spinning apart at both ends of the rigged political, we got heat waves, virii, droughts, colossal tornados. Both cheap metaphorical, and literal storms brewing. Man, I don’t know what’s going on with this planet. Same problems, larger scale, fewer solutions. Man, I don’t know what’s going on with this Universe. Fucking Fermi Paradox like “Hey”, fucking Entropy like “Stop Me, Bro!”
What do I know, though? It’s a long weekend. This is the Open Bar. And despite the being up to our knees in calamities on a cosmic, planetary, and national level, I’m still enjoying my life. What can you do, but dance as the Palaces burn (If you’re lucky enough)? What can you do, but share the weekend with your loved ones, friends, family, and hopefully me (If you’re lucky enough)?
Nice goddamn night to write Monday Morning Commute. Windows open. Pleasant breeze. The gentle, but not intrusive hum of caffeine thumping down the vein-pipes. But, for a moment, I am content. How are you doing, friends? I hope you’re doing well. Well enough, at the least.
Taylor Swift may make the impossible, possible. If she has a cameo as Dazzler in X-Men: Apocalypse, she will have condemned one of the raddest characters. I mean, it’s just a cameo. I mean, I’m exaggerating a bit. I mean, I’ll probably enjoy it. But fuck, fuck none the less.
Shitty cameo puns are shitty!
This. This is so good. And well made.