Somehow we’re doing this column three weeks in a fucking row, friends! Like, this has got to be a goddamn victory. At least in recent memory. That’s right, I’m here to blast your ass with the strong shaft of Views From The Space-Ship for a third week in a row! Don’t worry, don’t bray, don’t neigh, though. I’m a heat-seeking missile for your geek prostate, and all you’ll end up saying is “thank you” as you quiver on out of here.

Oh, where the fuck was I? What am I prattling on about? Madness! Ichor! Mad ichor, and estranged senses of sanity. Anyhoo, let’s get into this week’s edition of Views From The Space-Ship. Join me in the comments section, you fucking punks!

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Let’s all do a celebratory jig for the arrival of Spring Break tomorrow! Oh, you’re not partaking? Well, shake your ass anyways. As Freddy Nietzsche said, “we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once”, ya feel? Anyways, this is a lot of padding before an underwhelming Desktop Thursdays! I don’t take many photos lately, namely because my phone is a shattered collection of glass and guts masquerading as an iPhone 6. Camera is juddery as fuck!

But, enjoy the photos below! Of my desktop(s), my doggo, and a glorious chocolate lab we babysat last week! Then, share your own existences in the comments section. Allons-y!

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It’s Thursday! That can only mean one thing! Uh. The resurrection of a column from bygone days. Views From The Space-Ship. In an effort to generate that wanky, let’s all piss together holding one another’s genitals-type inclusive vibe, I share sights and sounds from my virtual and real world. Then I ask you to do the same. It’s like Instagram, but not as cool. Or inhabited. Or frequented. Or even acknowledged. But fuck I’m busy lately, so here’s something about me. In picture form. Hope you share too.

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