MikeKardec
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My girlfriend used to do that. Disturbing!
My girlfriend used to do that. Disturbing!
Has anyone else noticed that right after David Bowie died, evidence of another "planet 9" was found?
COINCIDENCE???
Has anyone else noticed that right after David Bowie died, evidence of another "planet 9" was found?
COINCIDENCE???
That's the thing that always bugs me about science-fiction depictions of aliens. Here's the Vulcans, beings of superior intellect, a race based on pure logic, elders standing around in impressive robes saluting each other, Live Long And Prosper, etc. etc etc. But what about the Vulcan janitor? What about the poor schmuck who has to polish the floors in those impressive marble halls and paint those corridors twice a year to keep them white, what does *he* think about all this logic stuff? What about the Vulcan plumber? Does he break up the clog in the Vulcan grease trap with applied Vulcan logic, or does he use a snake like we do?
Or Klingons. Proud warrior race, blah blah blah. What's a Klingon CPA like? "You dishonor yourself by taking the standard deduction when you could be itemizing! Defend yourself!" Or a Klingon butcher -- does he slice off pieces of Smoked Targ using one of those big swingy swordy things behind his deli counter? What if you complain that he didn't put enough gagh on your sandwich? Does he KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, or just say "sorry, you can get more at the condiment bar."
But what if aliens really *aren't* any more advanced or evolved than we are. What if aliens are really just a bunch of sad-eyed, pot-bellied characters who punch space timeclocks during the day and sit around on their space couches at night watching dopey late night space comedians and go thru their lives wondering if there's any point to it all? Just like us -- but IN SPACE.
That's the thing that always bugs me about science-fiction depictions of aliens. Here's the Vulcans, beings of superior intellect, a race based on pure logic, elders standing around in impressive robes saluting each other, Live Long And Prosper, etc. etc etc. But what about the Vulcan janitor? What about the poor schmuck who has to polish the floors in those impressive marble halls and paint those corridors twice a year to keep them white, what does *he* think about all this logic stuff? What about the Vulcan plumber? Does he break up the clog in the Vulcan grease trap with applied Vulcan logic, or does he use a snake like we do?
Or Klingons. Proud warrior race, blah blah blah. What's a Klingon CPA like? "You dishonor yourself by taking the standard deduction when you could be itemizing! Defend yourself!" Or a Klingon butcher -- does he slice off pieces of Smoked Targ using one of those big swingy swordy things behind his deli counter? What if you complain that he didn't put enough gagh on your sandwich? Does he KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, or just say "sorry, you can get more at the condiment bar."
That would be great, 'Planet Bowie' or 'Major Tom' but infact this so called 9th planet was hinted at as early as 2012 http://news.nationalgeographic.com/...lanet-solar-system-kuiper-belt-space-science/
But what if aliens really *aren't* any more advanced or evolved than we are. What if aliens are really just a bunch of sad-eyed, pot-bellied characters who punch space timeclocks during the day and sit around on their space couches at night watching dopey late night space comedians and go thru their lives wondering if there's any point to it all? Just like us -- but IN SPACE.
That's the thing that always bugs me about science-fiction depictions of aliens. Here's the Vulcans, beings of superior intellect, a race based on pure logic, elders standing around in impressive robes saluting each other, Live Long And Prosper, etc. etc etc. But what about the Vulcan janitor? What about the poor schmuck who has to polish the floors in those impressive marble halls and paint those corridors twice a year to keep them white, what does *he* think about all this logic stuff? What about the Vulcan plumber? Does he break up the clog in the Vulcan grease trap with applied Vulcan logic, or does he use a snake like we do?
Or Klingons. Proud warrior race, blah blah blah. What's a Klingon CPA like? "You dishonor yourself by taking the standard deduction when you could be itemizing! Defend yourself!" Or a Klingon butcher -- does he slice off pieces of Smoked Targ using one of those big swingy swordy things behind his deli counter? What if you complain that he didn't put enough gagh on your sandwich? Does he KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, or just say "sorry, you can get more at the condiment bar."
When things get very depressing
for the aliens.
They tune in to what's happening
on earth & how we treat one another.
That's enough to sober up
anyone no matter what planet.
They soon realize that it's
not so bad after all where they
live.
And that's why they prefer
to leave us alone!
That's the thing that always bugs me about science-fiction depictions of aliens. Here's the Vulcans, beings of superior intellect, a race based on pure logic, elders standing around in impressive robes saluting each other, Live Long And Prosper, etc. etc etc. But what about the Vulcan janitor? What about the poor schmuck who has to polish the floors in those impressive marble halls and paint those corridors twice a year to keep them white, what does *he* think about all this logic stuff? What about the Vulcan plumber? Does he break up the clog in the Vulcan grease trap with applied Vulcan logic, or does he use a snake like we do?
Or Klingons. Proud warrior race, blah blah blah. What's a Klingon CPA like? "You dishonor yourself by taking the standard deduction when you could be itemizing! Defend yourself!" Or a Klingon butcher -- does he slice off pieces of Smoked Targ using one of those big swingy swordy things behind his deli counter? What if you complain that he didn't put enough gagh on your sandwich? Does he KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND, or just say "sorry, you can get more at the condiment bar."
Several years ago I was told the reason the so-called "Gray" aliens keep coming to Earth is because they don't have souls, but are very curious about the concept and want to understand it. Of course, since we humans don't really have a thorough understand of souls, or even whether or not they truly exist, the Grays probably leave Earth with no more answers than they had when they arrived. If that's the actual reason they come here, that is...if they do. I neither believe nor disbelieve until further evidence presents itself....If there are aliens out there, who's to say they don't believe in god, or struggle with some of the same questions we do...
My Mother did the same thing during the last few years of her life. We'd hear the same stories over and over, but would act as if we hadn't so that Mom wouldn't realize she was repeating herself and get upset. And, according to Mom, her "cousin Peggy" had every disease known to mankind at one time or another. If you told her, "So-and-so has the flu/measles/peritonitis/scurvy/cancer/whatever," she'd respond, "Oh, my cousin Peggy had that."...Now I do have a 93 year old Mother living with us...She is like a tape recorder. "it sure gets dark early"..."got anything you want me to do"...."if I go hungry, it is my own fault for not asking for more"...."we used to race to see who could eat the most corn on the cob"...."my Sister and I would hide in the ditch on the way to the dances when a car would drive by so we would be safe"..."I'd rather dance then eat"...."how old am I, Mother lived to be 94 and she went wacky then passed away, but she sure was lively"...
Both my mom and my father-in-law interacted with people we couldn't see or hear whenever they were in the hospital during the last two to three years of their lives; particularly during what would be their last stays. For example, my wife and I would be talking with her dad, and we'd suddenly realize he was having a separate conversation with someone else. Once it a while he'd refer to them by name, and my wife would say something like, "Wait, that's my uncle so-and-so. He died 15 years ago." And during Mom's last stay in the hospital in January of 2004, she suddenly started having a conversation with my brother who died in 1984....My Mother talks to people all the time in her room. Friends that have been dead since 1950 or before that date...
"Space Oddity".
Or, we could just go back to the original planet 9 - PLUTO!