Greetings sharks and minnows, thank you for bellying up to my chump-rhyme chum line. We’re gonna need a bigger moat.
It’s my understanding we know more about our moon and adjacent planets than about the mindboggling depths of our own oceans. In the end perhaps that’s unsurprising, everyone looks up in wonder and most down with sorrow. And I look forward to continuing that trend by utterly abandoning this makeshift premise for an intergalactic jaunt. I’m being… mercurial?
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“Is Anybody Doubt There?”, November 9, 2020.
Beyond our planetary clutch
Far out among the stars
May exist other life and such
Perhaps as near as Mars
It seems overly cavalier
To think we’re all alone
Even if stranger’s atmosphere
Is poison to our own
Billions of planets which aren’t earth
Millions of foreign Suns
Obviously there is no dearth
Of potential live ones
If there’s indeed enlightened souls
Travelling cosmic lanes
Deftly dodging cosmic potholes
Our tainted human brains.
————————————————————————————————————————————————-Were I an alien I definitely would not visit Earth. At least not during the human regime, dinosaurs are suitably charming. I can only imagine the “terrible” in terrible lizards was meant ironically.
Making contact with an alien race would certainly have interesting ramifications geo or at that point uni-politically. Would we unite as a planet against even more different looking entities or simply adjust the preexisting global class/race system to make room. My guess is the latter. Covid has hardly boosted my faith in humanity. Or, if my faith in humanity were a fancy car in a mediocre Nicolas Cage movie, it has indeed been boosted, or would have had it ever existed.
Alright I’m off and I’ll take my dad jokes and dated references with me. Last year someone said I “dated myself” with some lame joke I cannot recall, the implication being the reference was old and therefore so am I. First of all, I would totally date myself. I’m a catch, like a decomposing fish or antibiotic resistant streptococcus. Additionally, as opposed to “dating myself” I prefer to think of it as establishing provenance, like fine art. And this art is indeed fine. Not unlike parking in a handicapped space absent the required documentation. Bless.
-Alex Blaikie
Dread Poets Sobriety 
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