Views From The Space-Ship: Drink It In, Man

Drink it in, mannn! My existence! Drink in these views from the degenerated meat-halls through which I walk in the TangiVerse. After all these views I’m proffering are the very point of this weekly post, Desktop Thursdays. I didn’t hit you folks up last week, as I was in Nova Scotia throwing Nana’s urn into the marsh. It is a necessary Acadian tradition, through which you unleash a fallen Acadian Village Shaman’s corporeal form, so they may walk the Omniverse with their fellow brother and sister shamans.

So this week it’s a heavy dose of Nova Scotia action and of course, my stupid fucking dog and cats.

I beseech you to share looks into your own lives in the comments section. Or don’t, you dirty little voyeurs.

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Here’s us on the ferry going to Nova Scotia in 2010.

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Here’s us old as fuck on the ferry going to Nova Scotia this year.

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View from Nova Scotia (1)

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Aggressive dog is fucking aggressive(ly pushing my wife off the couch).

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Oh yeah, we have cats too.

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Stop yelling, dog! Stop yelling!

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View from Nova Scotia (2)

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Sassy bitch is sassy.

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We were on that fish life last week.

Here’s Sam at a restaurant.

Learning about my glorious, dirty brown water trash Acadian heritage.

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View from Nova Scotia (3)

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There you have my existence over the past week, friends. What’s your world look like? Hit me!