Raise your horns, raise them up to the sky! Hello fellow citizens of Asgard, how goes it? Me? Oh this guy? Doing great. Semester is almost over, psyche is in a state of repair, new Star Wars has been taken to the dome. So I’m glad, glad as fuck to show you my world(s). Real, virtual, aesthetic, domestic. All of them. I hope! Oh do I hope! After you’re done checking out my worlds. After you’re done draining your horn of mead. Share a look into your worlds in the comments section!

This is Desktop Thursdays.

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Hey friends. Straight-up static here on Space-Ship Omega. My life has been crazy lately. Frenzy. Frenzied! Busy. And all this madness taken me away from the controls. What about the rest of the crew? Great question. I’m not supposed to tell you this, but Rendar Frankenstein has left the ship. Yup. Quietly departed during a movie night. Whilst you were all entertained by the Team Omega’s sweded version of They Live, Frankenstein grabbed a null-grav suit and fluttered away to a local exoplanet. Pluto? Staring in the mirror puffing his bubble pipe while blathering about the impermanence of pop culture references and stroking his non-existent beard. The Dude? Johnny Hotsauce? An arm wrestling match that’s been going on for nineteen days. Bateman? Triple bypass.

Just me. And you. Aboard the Space-Boat. Here is what I’m using to kill my loneliness.

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