“We Are Borg. We Will Assimilate You. Resistance Is Futile!”
The sun is out today, but there’s a breeze so it’s a bit chilly. Warm is coming though. It will be in the 60’s the next few days, may even reach 70. I’m figuring lots of deck time.
Yesterday was a do little day. I did clean out a cabinet and found lots of food older than my dog on the top shelf in the back. I guess I should think of the whole experience as an archeological dig. Maybe I’ll bury it all in the backyard. Years from now anthropologists can try and figure out who Snap, Crackle and Pop were, if all the jars of mustard were part of a ritual, if three was a significant number for white vinegar and whether or not every family had several jars of pepper jelly.
If Stephen Hawking is to be believed, those messages we’re sending into space are really invitations to come and ravage our planet. I just can’t believe it. Any aliens who tune into The Beatle’s Across the Universe on their space radios would probably be looking for concert tickets, not cities to level to the ground.
If Hawking is right and there are aliens bent on world destruction, maybe they’re here all ready. All we have to do is watch. I saw all the science fiction movies when I was a kid so I know what to look for. They don’t show emotion. Their faces are blank. People who disappear for a bit return with odd robot-like behavior. Their personalities lack any warmth. They don’t drink alcohol, a sure sign of an alien presence. Remind you of anyone? I’m thinking of Sister Redempta.