#Views From The Space-Ship
Views From The Space-Ship: Legoland was an Inside Job
Bringing back Desktop Thursdays! An invitation to peer into the virtual and physical world of mine, while ostensibly sharing views from your own world(s) in the comments section. I used to sporadically share “Views from the Space-Ship” but, fuck, it made me lazy and I didn’t enter installments as regularly as I would like. So! A return!
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Views From The Space-Ship: summer nights in the neighbor-hood
I don’t know if its a #HotTake (I’m using that ironically, but also like, not ironically, which as a Millennial means I’m leveling up and moving towards post-irony double-irony, and will soon go up in flames due to self-immolation sponsored by douchiness), but I don’t like summer. As a regressive, progressive techo-fetishist, I prefer the dim blue-wash of a computer monitor than the scorching midday sun. I prefer the blowing of an air conditioner to the blowing of dank, humid, Massachusetts air. For the most part. For the most part! But when the sun sets, and a deep blue hits the sky, I’m sold. Sold on the summer. It’s momentary, but it’s something I seize upon with dog and leash. Seize upon with foot to pavement. A nice walk. A nice night.
Views From The Space-Ship: Glimpse of the Console Cowboy
I realize it’s been a minute since I posted a shot of my actual desktop, which was the original purpose of this way back in the day (nearly seven fucking years!). I have a Macbook for work and/or writing around the house, but I’ve also got something of a command center in my study. I’ve found myself using it more lately, spending more time in my study lately. Nearly a year in the house, I think I’m becoming acclimated to the room, and feeling as though it’s “mine”, if you will. Here it is! Headphones that are pink, mechanical keyboard, figures everywhere proving I’m yet another infantile modern man-child, awash in their own juvenility (and loving it).
Views From The Space-Ship: Dare I say, contentment?
A little blogging by the Christmas tree, with some A Charlie Brown Christmas playing. I’m going to say that I’m content for the first time since First Q 2015, but there is definitely a levity to my spirit. Nothing looming over me.
Views From The Space-Ship: Her Name Is Lucy Omega
Welcome, comrades. Welcome to another edition of View From The Space-Ship. The column where I collate (usually, just egregiously embedding from my instagram) the various views of the world I’ve shared in a given week. I’m a giver, but I also like to receive, though. Oh do I like to receive! So if you’re inclined, share your own world in the comments section. This week? This week it’s pretty much ALL PUPPY all the TIME. Sam Omega and I have spent a week housebreaking her, worshipping her, petting her, and generally sleeping very little and worrying very much. Her name is Lucy Omega. Also known as SheWolf. Also known as SnowBeast.
Views From The Space-Ship: The Red-Armed Riots of 20XX
Welcome to the latest installment of View From The Space-Ship. A column where the denizens of the Space-Ship OMEGA can check out the various views from my compartment as we hurdle through time and space. Then if they’re so inclined, they can post their own Existences Writ Digital. It’s up to you! No worries either way (Just don’t let me down).
