glad tidings and good riddance

hey guys its been light years.
heres an update:
we had to kick our swarthy seaman from the ship on account of him bootlegging vodka from our entire provision of dehydrated mashed potatoes. also he tried to 'recreate the big bang' [sic] with me the other day after we played space kickball against the russian space station. i miss him and i dont, yknow?

lo mein fuhrer

heres the chorus from the first space shanty!

'fore today yon 'laxies be a drunk man's dream
'fore today yon stars be a midwife's tale
left my girl for a celestial body
'tis a nebulous thing, 'tis a nebulous thing

devil be good to a light year tripper
devil be good to an astroswine
left my girl to chase the comet's tail
'tis a nebulous thing, 'tis a nebulous thing

sometimes i wonder if my blog is my outlet for everything i can't tell my mah-johngg circle.

blogling hunnies

dearest blogsaders,
i invited the saltiest oceanaut aboard our ship to regale us with tales from the helm and serve us freeze-dried pineapple upside down cake. Everyone loves him. He says that the sound of the solar waves lapping up against our impact-resistant windows reminds him of life at sea. he tried to pry open the cargo bay doors to get "a whiffa that sea breeze". when i tried to stop him, he stuck his peg leg in a lot of expensive equipment. he's paying me for the damages in shanties. i think i'll compile the first compendium of space shanties. don't forget to resist the hegemon!