Here are some archival images from one of my first adventures in space. On the left you can see the classic freaking out in space picture shot by my dog Rockstar. Quite an eye that dog had for photography, she always new how to capture the moment.

On the right you can see a pretty good shot of the ship pre rebuild. That image was taken just west of the Vega system. Beautiful place to summer

As you can plainly see I met up with quite a few different alien life forms. It would appear that the universe is teaming with life after all. It’s not that our combined governments were keeping any great secrets from us, it just that we live in the ass end of the Galaxy, and know body but the Grays are interested in traveling that far. This brings me to the first of three that I met out there. To your left is the classic “Gray Alien” these guys are crazy little drones that like to party and are into certain unmentionable probing. Don’t get drunk around these asexual creatures; I’ve seen them travel hundreds of millions of light years due to there bizarre fetishes. Just as a side note these aliens are pinked skinned, but they all originate from the same source, whose last name was in fact Gray. Go figure. The happy young creature you are looking at is named Phil.

Moving right along and to the right you can see an image of a race whose name I never heard. They are a terribly xenophobic race. So much so that you will never see one of these sociable creatures without air ventilating mask on, they are afraid to breath in the same air as any other life form that has not originated from there planet. They consider us to be dirty and below them, which I can kind of understand. The thing that gets me is that they kind of worship the Grays. Phil to be exact and that guy is a freak.
And lastly we come to a race that is made up entirely of multiple eyeballs. These bulbous creatures always freak me out. I don’t know how many time I caught one or two of them staring at me, judging me. There was a song written about one of them a few years back. I won’t give you the name of the artist who recorded it because I don’t like to drop names, but let me give you this little bit of info. He’s not from around here.

You might notice the quality of these images to be a bit on the dodgy side. About thirty years ago I got caught in the magnetic field of a neutron star. Anybody that knows anything about stars will tell you that that ain’t good. I just barely made it out alive,
and man did that ship need an overhaul.

Finally we have a few shots of the brain of my ship. This is what keeps that bucket of bolts
running as smoothly as a fine Swedish time piece. I only have to repair it about every other day. Why oh why did I use scrap metal and busted down computers to build my spaceship? I guess I can just chalk it up as a lesson well learnt. That’s all for now, I am on my way to Mars to see if I can’t get my hands on all the crashed probes they sent there. That should have a few good components, even though they were built by Nasa.

Iner over and out.