#Views From The Space-Ship
Views From The Space-Ship: High Risk Painting aboard the U.S.S. Kitty Time
Welcome to View From The Space-Ship. Every once in a while I get into a groove where I share what my world looks like. It seems somewhat redundant, given, you know, social media. But maybe I’ll begin collating all the various, disparate media across the different mediums into one thick, beefy post for you every week. As per usual — the real fulcrum of this post is audience participation. Share the view from all your various segments of the OMNIVERSE. Keep Reading »
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Views From The Space-Ship: The Diet Dew Calamity of 2015
Been a minute since I’ve shared a view from the Space-Ship. Life, it finds a way. That’s what they say. But they don’t finish the statement. Life, it finds a way to become really overwhelming, depressing, complicated, and confusing. But here I am! I think, I think I’m through my latest batch of depressing existential agony. Ready to reengage. Here’s my life. I’d love to see you share yours.
Views From The Space-Ship: Mic Check
Hello, fellow cosmonauts. This is View from the Space-Ship. Where I share what my compartment of this old Tin Bucket has looked like over the past week. I’m truthfully fighting sleep as I type this. So here you go! If you’re inclined, and I hope you are, share your own pics in the comments.
Views From The Space-Ship: It’s a lifestyle, baby
Oh shit! It’s an over-caffeinated view from my compartment in the Space-Ship. Been pounding Diet Dews and rewatching the Force Awakens trailer. Into infinity. But here is this shit. I forgot to do this post yesterday, seeing that I was drunk on turkey, but also drunk on drunk juice. Now, as I am the opposite of subdued, I shall post it in a mania. PER FUCKING USUAL, share the view from your own world i the comments.
Views From The Space-Ship: lower the toast. most formal etiquette is useless.
Welcome to the Outside-Inside look at my life, friends. The world viewed through my Particulars. This time of the year, this time of the semester, it’s mainly looking at books. Underlined sections of parchment parading around as anything other than what they really are — bullshit academic pandering by a bullshit academic (I don’t actually believe that, I’m just tired.) Anyways, check out my existence. My View From The Space-Ship. And share your own in the comments.
Views From The Space-Ship: The House On The Hill
I am Caffeine-Powered-Guy. I’m a busy guy. A delirious guy. A guy with no underwear and too many smiles. Here’s a look at my world. You didn’t ask for it, and you shouldn’t accept my offer. But if you’re curious. Here it is. A direct camera feed from the porthole in my room on the Space-Ship into the outside realm. Feel free to share your own Existential Perspective in the comments.
Views From The Space-Ship: Existence, Deferred
Don’t worry about it. Yeah you got that thing to do. But you’ll get to it tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. Keep your nose down. Do your job. Talk about the weather. Feign interest in the Dead Democracy. Yeah you got that thing to do. But you’ll get to it next week. Or maybe the week after that. Make small talk about the local sports team. Notice your gray hairs. Lament the weight gain. Yeah you got that thing to do. But you’ll get to it next month. Or maybe the month after that.
Here’s the view from within My Cycle. Floating about the Space-Ship. Grinding it out. Grinding. It. Out. Share your own Grind-Cycle if you’re so inclined.
Views From The Space-Ship: ourneuronsarestarmaps
Welcome to another edition of View From The Space-Ship. Your unfortunate opportunity to view the world through the eyes of an over-caffeinated, bi-polar subversive educator whose friends who are too talented, wife is too brilliant, and life is probably too good for him. Per usual I invite you to share your own views of the world.
Views From The Space-Ship: Laffy Taffy Temporality
Jesus Christ. It’s been a week since I poked my head out of the hovel known as Port 6616 of the Space-Ship OMEGA? Crazy life the past seven days. Wrought with tension, anxiety, smiles, laughs, farts, poops, lesson plans, caffeine. I’m posting this just as a proof of life. Desktop Thursdays has transmogrified into something more accurate: View From The Space-Ship. Per usual I encourage everyone (if there’s anyone in these halls anymore) to share their own existential snippets.
Views From The Space-Ship: Orr We Could Just Puck It
This is Views From The Space-Ship. Fuck, man. Busy couple of days. Barely touched the computer. Barely updated the site. So here. Snap back the veil, perceive the Reality of Caff. It’s nothing special. Like all, I aspire to transcendence, but should work towards accepting banality.
Share your own view of the world if you’re so inclined.
