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07/06/2006 = 11:11 PM

In the '50's, we referred to any potential life other than what we knew on Earth as "bug-eyed monsters." The geekier amongst us actually went as far as to use the word "BEM," in fact.

Then there was Star Trek in the '60's, and Space 1999 in the '70's. ('Member that show? Superstar.)

Close Encounters and E.T. made us love the bug-eyed monsters, but now we're down to calling them "aliens."

I hope they don't mind that. It's so hard to remember what's P.C., and we're getting closer every day to finding out whether or not there's someone or something out there.

I have plenty of celebrity crushes, but I also crush on Chris McKay. Except for hating his beard. It's too sloppy.

Anyway.

I haven't been blasted into space by http://www.bloginspace.com in ages. I guess the aliens got tired of me.

In all seriousness, though, I mean, I know it's sort of meant to be a joke, but they really are taking the stuff we write and transmitting it into deep space. And it doesn't really mean anything.

Except it sort of does.

Maybe not yet, but with the advances we're making, technologically, being part of any experiment without having to subject onesself to blood samples or anal probing (unless one gets into that, and I'm so not judging) is exciting.

I'm not clever enough to do research, but I think I've proven I can write a blog post or two or three or one thousand, one hundred thirteen, give or take.

Our species is heavily into What's Next. Everything we do has to do with finding out what happens when we try this or that. Blog in Space lets me help them, and I don't have to do a thing but write.

If you're writing anyway and not getting blasted into space already, you should start. They give you certificates. I have so many I had to make them their own page.

So yeah, maybe the aliens really are sick of me. Which gives you yet another reason to have your blog blasted off. They've got to want fresher material than what I'm offering.

Tags: Chris McKay, Blog in Space, charity, golf, Hanahoe Children's Clinic

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Art
Boxx (locked - but ask her for a password)
Bud Buckley
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Creamsicle
D-Man
Dixie
fuzzy-grey
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T Stough
trishtastic
warcrygirl

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drinking: golden monkey
watching: Match Game
missing ingredient in tonight's salad: fennel