The Futility Of Fertility

The weekend is here, ladies and gentlemen. That means nothing to me, but it sure seems to mean a whole lot to so many others. People just can't help but celebrate the arrival of the weekend, because apparently this means they are now free to commit whatever atrocities the work-week prevented them from fulfilling. It never really ends, this disturbing worship of THE WEEKEND.

It's Monday: Just hang in there! It's Wednesday: You're over the hump! It's Thursday: Almost there! It's Friday: All bets are off, motherfuckers! Lock up your children and pray to whatever deity you hold dear, because shit's about to get crazy! It all just feels so futile, because the work waits patiently around the corner, ready to embrace you once again in its icy grip come Monday morning. And the cycle begins again.

Why does the weekend have to be treated like some kind of end-all, be-all event? People are so miserable at their 9-5 jobs, their lives slipping away between their clenched fingers, on the verge of self-destruction, and the siren song of the weekend, this amorphous promise of rest, fun and relaxation that awaits the end of their week, is all they have to look forward to. Without that last vestige of joy, so many people would just completely fall apart, because nothing else good remains.

Where is your God, now?

That's a depressing fucking reality facing far too many people in this day and age. Something is seriously wrong with this world. Do you ever stop to think about that? What's the ultimate goal, here? What does it all add up to, in the final analysis? Not much, unfortunately. The vast majority of us will ultimately contribute nothing meaningful to this world. We'll just be used and abused by the minority in power until there's nothing left but a corpse to be buried and a mountain of debt for our descendants to shoulder.

One day, perhaps, the masses will wake up and realize that they've been had, and things will change. But probably not. No, things will probably just keep on keeping on they way they have since the Industrial Age began, and to paraphrase the great Canadian poet Loverboy, everybody will keep working for the weekend. Because that's all we have left.

Wait, that's not true. We also have podcasts. Like the latest episode of this blog's irregular movie & television podcast, Celluloid Cellar! This installment, entitled Star Trekking Into Obscurity, deals primarily with the recent Star Trek Into Darkness, but the conversation between myself, cousin Ky and lightbringer Titus goes on many strange tangents, keeping primarily to the topic of the Star Trek franchise. We also briefly talk about the 1980's cinematic masterpieces Robocop and Frankenhooker, because why not?

You're the best in the biz, Frankenhooker!

Be warned: there is some humor at the end of the episode that may not be in very good taste, which is certainly a first for this family-friendly blog. So if you are easily offended, then what the fuck are you doing here? Enjoy the nerd-fest:

Celluloid Cellar: Star Trekking Into Obscurity



I shall return in time to upset your delicate sensibilities once more. Until then...

TIME MARCHES ON!