#January2018
Views From The Space-Ship: Otherwise Known As Hoth
Desktop Thursdays! Coming to you live from Hoth, or at least a place within the Empire proper that feels like it. Been a brutal week of weather here in Massachusetts. A collection of days reaching subzero temperatures, punctuated today by a good old fashion blizzard. But wait, there’s more! Tomorrow with the windchill we are going to be hitting -20. The most fucked up part? I dig this shit. Dig. It. So does the Lucy the Snowbeast, and so I imagine it’s only a matter of time before the two of us go romping and stomping around the neighborhood.
Anyways! Again! This is Desktop Thursdays. Wherein I give you little voyeurs a glimpse into my life. Real world, virtual world, textual. Then, by god, by the Gods, you share your own in the comments.
Without further ado!
Monday Morning Commute: AUTUMNAL SPACESHIP GROOVING.
Woo! Look at Killer Mike fucking have at it! From a super-froggy-fresh live performance of “Run the Jewels.” Killer Mike? That’s how I’m feeling on this final day of the long weekend. Nothing like sleeping in late three days in a row to revive the synapses, restore the soul, and pack on an easy five pounds or so. This is Monday Morning Commute, the column where I share the esoteric entities (not really) in my existence that are helping me get through a given week. I spread them all around the ground, pointing at them while shouting “Fuck!, Fuck!, Fuck!, Delicious!” This serves to let you know I love them. After that, you share your dilly dallyings in the comments.
Let’s groove, folks.