Winter Olympics For One Welcome Our New Vega Overlords

The Winter Olympics opened in a subtler and more understated manner than we've become accustomed to, symbolically-speaking. 

But then again, the Somme Offensive was subtler and more understated than the mass rituals we saw in London back in 2012.

Luckily,  those of you who've been witnessing my descent into a Lovecraft character-type madness reading the blog over the past several months were uniquely positioned to decode the signaling we are seeing this year.

Go-Go, Vegas, Go!

The floodgates are now open. All of the huge marketing and PR consulting firms have cashed their seven and eight-figure paychecks and the marching orders have all been handed out to the media. 

The word has been passed down from on high, and the word is "Vega." 

The Occultation of Venus

Yeah. This is where we are now. 

Shocker! PhilaeDelphi Vegas Win Super Bowl! Unexpected!

Fall, Eagle, Fall!

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After watching the Super Bowl tonight I came to the realization there are only two possibilities: either I am in a coma and you're all part of my coma-dream, or Reality as we once knew it is indeed dead and buried, kaput, over, done with.

Super Blue Blood Bowl LII Pre-Game: Gigantic

Pretty flowers? Pretty. 

Do you like them? I'm very hungry.

Well, it's the NFLim's Big Day. 

The Big Game is finally here; the Super Blue Blood Bowl LII. And they're pulling out all the stops to ensure that the Vegas are well-pleased with their adorations and ceremonial gladiator games.