William Shatner, whom played Captian James T Kirk on the original Star Trek series as well as the imfamous Denny Crane(Boston Legal)had a rendeveous with Nasa the other day to give praise for the a Space Station thingy called Discovery. Of course he chose the opening lines to the Star Trek show. You know the one about Space being the final Frontier
If you haven’t seen the u-tube clip of it yet then check out Bill Shatner's Wake Up Call to the Space Shuttle Discovery. Worth seeing if you are a fan I suppose.
I like most of my elk have seen most of the Human sci-fi shows. Part of our training for us to amerce ourselves in the folktales, legends and fictional cultures of the planets we frequent.
On a completely separate note I thought you might be interested to know that a couple of weeks ago I was asked to attend a wedding in the capacity of a Best man, as the groom was an elder sibling. We both wore ties and morphed our faces and bodies to look like humans. Pics of the occasion to follow at a later date, so watch this space as they say.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Intergalatic catchup.
As usual I have been infrequently updating this blog and of course falling way behind. So a bit of a catch up is in order.
Firstly a very belated welcome to 2011, the new year went off well. I spent the night in my own dimention with a group of peaceful indivdiuals that call themselves the Serene Fellowship. A commune who say they have rid themselves of the hectic world around them to be at peace with nature. I will speak more of them in a future post, as such info deserves more than a pasing mention, so stay tuned to this blog for updates.
Life on Earth has been going on pretty much the same as ever. Though there have been a number of unexpected events such as the passing away of one of a creature I had encountered during one of my trips to Australia. His name was Ginger, a guineapig that featured in a number of blogs. A fine gentle creature to be sure.
Another peice of news is that a wedding bells are going to chime for my brother, who has planned to marry in New Zealand. I have been chosen to be the equilviant of what people on earth refer to as a best man so that should be fun.
Ten pin bowling starts soon. There is a meeting this Wednesday followed by a few games. The first round starts the following week or so. I haven't even held a bowling ball since November last year. It'll be interesting to see how it goes.
Speaking of sporting type of passtimes I plaed my first round of golf out at Makara golf course last month (team building exercise). Went better than I had expected but still took a lot of shots to get the ball in the hole. Had fun, though I doubt I'll race out and join the Pro Tour in a hurry.
That's about all I can think of for now. Catch you all next post. Whenever that will be.
Firstly a very belated welcome to 2011, the new year went off well. I spent the night in my own dimention with a group of peaceful indivdiuals that call themselves the Serene Fellowship. A commune who say they have rid themselves of the hectic world around them to be at peace with nature. I will speak more of them in a future post, as such info deserves more than a pasing mention, so stay tuned to this blog for updates.
Life on Earth has been going on pretty much the same as ever. Though there have been a number of unexpected events such as the passing away of one of a creature I had encountered during one of my trips to Australia. His name was Ginger, a guineapig that featured in a number of blogs. A fine gentle creature to be sure.
Another peice of news is that a wedding bells are going to chime for my brother, who has planned to marry in New Zealand. I have been chosen to be the equilviant of what people on earth refer to as a best man so that should be fun.
Ten pin bowling starts soon. There is a meeting this Wednesday followed by a few games. The first round starts the following week or so. I haven't even held a bowling ball since November last year. It'll be interesting to see how it goes.
Speaking of sporting type of passtimes I plaed my first round of golf out at Makara golf course last month (team building exercise). Went better than I had expected but still took a lot of shots to get the ball in the hole. Had fun, though I doubt I'll race out and join the Pro Tour in a hurry.
That's about all I can think of for now. Catch you all next post. Whenever that will be.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Life on other planets
Thought you might be interested in this trascript from my on board computer.
Deliah “I’m sorry.”
Kritchlen (hands her a tissue)"No need to be sorry. Alien abduction can be traumatic.”
“So you don’t think I’m crazy.”
“Our Gazette prints facts. We leave editorializing to our readers…now if it is not too painful could you tell us a little more about the ship.”
“The Draconian Enrique? It was massive. A labyrinth of passageways and rooms filled with computerized equipment far advanced from anything I’ve ever dreamed of. As for the bridge…forget about it!”
“I see.”
Kritchlen stops writing in mid sentenced and pretends to curse under his breath.
“Everything okay?”
“Damn pen’s run dry…just hang on a sec.”
He reaches into the left hip pocket of his dark green jacket and feels the metallic device within. Keeping a poker face he friskes his other pockets and eventually retrieves his spare.
“Got to be prepared in this game…please carry on.”
“Speed seemed to be of the essence to them and the journey was remarkably short. Anyway after we landed I was taken down a set of stairs and got my first glimpse of this strange New World.”
“First impression?”
“I wanted out as soon as possible.”
“I mean of the surroundings?”
“Dismal and uninviting. The soil was scorched and shrubbery almost non-existent. My welcoming party seemed suspicious of my every move and spoke to me in a strange tongue.”
“Were you taken to their lead…I mean did you meet the head alien?”
“I don’t know. A few pompous types seemed to ingratiate me with stinky weeds. I thought it prudent to accept their offer.”
“How many aliens would you say inhabit this New World?”
“It’s kind of hard to tell. I spent most of my time in captivity being subjected to ghastly experiments.”
“Most of the time? So there were times that you weren’t in captivity?”
“Well one of the aliens assisted my escape one night but my freedom was short lived.”
“You were recaptured?”
“Yes.”
“And the alien who helped you escape?”
Delilah’s eyes mist again.
Kritchlen hands her another tissue.
“Gas…He told me to call him Gas. I never him again.”
“Did you get to see much more of this world during your escape?”
“Yes. When we were a safe distance he stopped and hid our escape vehicle in dense bush and another alien accomplice took us to the city.”
“A city in the desert?”
“No this was a densely populated metropolis. Giant skyscrapers, traffic jams, the whole nine yards. There were packs of tiny urchins roaming the pavements. Older neglected aliens slept alone in the shadows. Degenerate clans of warlords frayed…not too far removed from our own city.”
“I guess some things are universal…what about animals?”
“What about them?”
“Did you come across other types of creatures…you know pets and the like?”
“Quadrupeds that growled and made tranquil purring noises, feathery things that flew and prickly nocturnal rodents Gas warned me never to touch.”
“How were you caught?”
“I don’t know, they somehow found us.”
“Were they peeved about you going AWOL?”
“Not at me but they sure had it in for Gas. They put him in some sort of army vehicle and that was the last I ever saw of him.
She pauses for some time then continues...
“I underwent a few more tests then drugged me. Next thing I knew I was back here, alone in a dark alleyway. My head was throbbing and I there was a broken bottle of tequila lying nearby. My clothes reeked of alcohol. I guess it was there way of insuring my silence.”
“Insuring your silence?”
“Yeah, who’s going to believe a drunken woman’s rants about being abducted by an alien?”
“Don’t take this amiss but, just for the sake of the article, had you been drinking the night you were abducted?”
“No, Kritchlen. I know what you’re trying to say but you can ask any of my friends and they’ll all vouch for the fact I never touch a drop. Hate the taste of it you know.”
“Okay I’m almost finished. Would you mind if I took a quick photo of you… most of our articles include glossy images. Our readers like to see the people they are reading about.”
“Do you want me sitting or standing?”
“Just where you were sitting. That’s it…right, now look closely at the red light on top of this pen and…”
Flash!
***
Delilah slowly comes too.
Kritchlen “You okay, there honey?”
“Sorry I think I must have just drifted off or something…I really appreciate your kind gesture.”
“Well I could not just leave you there in that alley.”
“Now what were we talking about?”
“Aliens. I asked if you believed in UFOs and the like.”
Kritchlen grinds his teeth nervously as he awaits her reply.
“Nada, I tend to side with W.H. Gells: “the changes of anything coming from Earth are a million to one.”
Success!
“You don’t think there’s any intelligent life on Earth then?”
“Don’t ask me I’ve never been there.”
Kritchlen quietly to himself “And don’t you forget it”
Deliah “I’m sorry.”
Kritchlen (hands her a tissue)"No need to be sorry. Alien abduction can be traumatic.”
“So you don’t think I’m crazy.”
“Our Gazette prints facts. We leave editorializing to our readers…now if it is not too painful could you tell us a little more about the ship.”
“The Draconian Enrique? It was massive. A labyrinth of passageways and rooms filled with computerized equipment far advanced from anything I’ve ever dreamed of. As for the bridge…forget about it!”
“I see.”
Kritchlen stops writing in mid sentenced and pretends to curse under his breath.
“Everything okay?”
“Damn pen’s run dry…just hang on a sec.”
He reaches into the left hip pocket of his dark green jacket and feels the metallic device within. Keeping a poker face he friskes his other pockets and eventually retrieves his spare.
“Got to be prepared in this game…please carry on.”
“Speed seemed to be of the essence to them and the journey was remarkably short. Anyway after we landed I was taken down a set of stairs and got my first glimpse of this strange New World.”
“First impression?”
“I wanted out as soon as possible.”
“I mean of the surroundings?”
“Dismal and uninviting. The soil was scorched and shrubbery almost non-existent. My welcoming party seemed suspicious of my every move and spoke to me in a strange tongue.”
“Were you taken to their lead…I mean did you meet the head alien?”
“I don’t know. A few pompous types seemed to ingratiate me with stinky weeds. I thought it prudent to accept their offer.”
“How many aliens would you say inhabit this New World?”
“It’s kind of hard to tell. I spent most of my time in captivity being subjected to ghastly experiments.”
“Most of the time? So there were times that you weren’t in captivity?”
“Well one of the aliens assisted my escape one night but my freedom was short lived.”
“You were recaptured?”
“Yes.”
“And the alien who helped you escape?”
Delilah’s eyes mist again.
Kritchlen hands her another tissue.
“Gas…He told me to call him Gas. I never him again.”
“Did you get to see much more of this world during your escape?”
“Yes. When we were a safe distance he stopped and hid our escape vehicle in dense bush and another alien accomplice took us to the city.”
“A city in the desert?”
“No this was a densely populated metropolis. Giant skyscrapers, traffic jams, the whole nine yards. There were packs of tiny urchins roaming the pavements. Older neglected aliens slept alone in the shadows. Degenerate clans of warlords frayed…not too far removed from our own city.”
“I guess some things are universal…what about animals?”
“What about them?”
“Did you come across other types of creatures…you know pets and the like?”
“Quadrupeds that growled and made tranquil purring noises, feathery things that flew and prickly nocturnal rodents Gas warned me never to touch.”
“How were you caught?”
“I don’t know, they somehow found us.”
“Were they peeved about you going AWOL?”
“Not at me but they sure had it in for Gas. They put him in some sort of army vehicle and that was the last I ever saw of him.
She pauses for some time then continues...
“I underwent a few more tests then drugged me. Next thing I knew I was back here, alone in a dark alleyway. My head was throbbing and I there was a broken bottle of tequila lying nearby. My clothes reeked of alcohol. I guess it was there way of insuring my silence.”
“Insuring your silence?”
“Yeah, who’s going to believe a drunken woman’s rants about being abducted by an alien?”
“Don’t take this amiss but, just for the sake of the article, had you been drinking the night you were abducted?”
“No, Kritchlen. I know what you’re trying to say but you can ask any of my friends and they’ll all vouch for the fact I never touch a drop. Hate the taste of it you know.”
“Okay I’m almost finished. Would you mind if I took a quick photo of you… most of our articles include glossy images. Our readers like to see the people they are reading about.”
“Do you want me sitting or standing?”
“Just where you were sitting. That’s it…right, now look closely at the red light on top of this pen and…”
Flash!
***
Delilah slowly comes too.
Kritchlen “You okay, there honey?”
“Sorry I think I must have just drifted off or something…I really appreciate your kind gesture.”
“Well I could not just leave you there in that alley.”
“Now what were we talking about?”
“Aliens. I asked if you believed in UFOs and the like.”
Kritchlen grinds his teeth nervously as he awaits her reply.
“Nada, I tend to side with W.H. Gells: “the changes of anything coming from Earth are a million to one.”
Success!
“You don’t think there’s any intelligent life on Earth then?”
“Don’t ask me I’ve never been there.”
Kritchlen quietly to himself “And don’t you forget it”
Another cherry
Another of my stories (disintering the vortex) were cherry picked by abctales. Its called. It concerns someone trying to retrive an urn of ashes from a grave, however not everyone is happy about it.
read Disintering the vortex"
Monday, September 27, 2010
abctales
Editred.com where I have been posting stories etc ever since landing on Earth has closed down so I am now posting creative literature to a new site called http://www.abctales.com/ under the pseudonym of peterelbee.
I have so far had three stories cherry picked including an extract from this blog: Account from concerned Earthling.
"A cherry-pick, represented by a lovely bunch of cherries, is given by the editors of ABCtales to recognise pieces of writing that they really think that other people should read. This is not a scientific process, but does genuinely represent both an encouragement to writers and also a guide to the most interesting or noteworthy writing on ABCtales."
I have so far had three stories cherry picked including an extract from this blog: Account from concerned Earthling.
"A cherry-pick, represented by a lovely bunch of cherries, is given by the editors of ABCtales to recognise pieces of writing that they really think that other people should read. This is not a scientific process, but does genuinely represent both an encouragement to writers and also a guide to the most interesting or noteworthy writing on ABCtales."
Friday, May 21, 2010
new mission
I have been given a new mission to undertake at the end of July. Can't say much about it now except it is going to take me to hiterto unexplored regions of this country then across the waters to an island full of skippies.
Arrangments have been finalised but there is still a little paperwork to complete before the mission is peachy-keen.
Arrangments have been finalised but there is still a little paperwork to complete before the mission is peachy-keen.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
An account from a concerned Earthling
EDITORS NOTE: This blog entry was cherry picked by abctales.com on 3rd September 2010
A cherry-pick, represented by a lovely bunch of cherries, is given by the editors of ABCtales to recognise pieces of writing that they really think that other people should read. This is not a scientific process, but does genuinely represent both an encouragement to writers and also a guide to the most interesting or noteworthy writing on ABCtales.
read ABCtales version
The following, according to my onboard computer, is an extract (introduction) from a journal some cleaner found on board an abandoned spaceship.
I know this sounds crazy, but aliens have abducted Loretta and replaced her with a duplicate. She’s similar in appearance but I have noticed certain discrepancies over the past few weeks that have led me to suspect that something’s amiss.
It all started shortly after that retirement party for Brandon. It went on a bit longer than planned and I ended up getting home at some ungodly hour of the morning. I staggered into my downtown apartment, slumped down on the lazy-boy recliner and turned on the television.
I remember being woken sometime later by a series of strange noises. My sleep-glued eyes struggled to focus on the television screen but all I could see was static, sort of like that Poltergeist movie.
My attention was suddenly drawn to what I can only best describe a number of small creatures busying about the living room. They had tied Loretta to the couch and were dancing around her. She seemed blissful unaware of their presence.
Concerned for Loretta’s safety I tried to get up but found that I had become paralyzed. My attempts to verbally warn her were also in vane. They continued chanting and dancing for sometime then joined hands and formed a circle around the couch. A blinding light filled the livingroom then slowly dimmed then vanished. Loretta and the creatures were gone!
Released from my paralyses, though still hindered by intoxication, I staggered around the apartment in a bewildered panic vainly searching for my beloved friend then just as I was preparing myself for the reality of never seeing her again, the blinding light refilled the apartment.
The light dimmed as it had before Loretta was back lying unrestrained on the couch. She stirred and stared at me in a most peculiar manner, cringing fearfully as I approached and extended my hand to pat her. From that moment on I have had reason to believe that she is not the same Loretta.
Often in the evenings I catch her by the window contemplating the Milky Way and she seems intent on sitting close to the Television screen whenever a science fiction program or space documentary is on.
Last Tuesday I dropped her off at the Veterinarians for them to check her over for any alien chip implants. They gave me a curious look and but agreed to my request.
When I picked her up the following morning they told me that they had failed to find any such devices. Nor had they noticed any obvious changes in her personality but I am not convinced. Me-thinks a governmental “men in black” agency is forcing them to hush it up from Joe Public.
I suppose I should not be too critical of the vets for not noticing the subtle changes. They don’t see her every day like I do, but believe me the changes are many. She has forsaken her love of bacon for Mars Bars and has traded her favorite blanket for a pile of satin sheets. She stirs whenever I close the venetian blinds and last week she spent hours on end studying the framed diagram of the solar system I have hanging in the Living room.
With no definite way of knowing just how long the aliens are planning to keep Loretta I can only try my best to make the duplicate feel welcome in my apartment. She has become a fascinating distraction from my mundane existence and I have found our evening strolls somewhat unpredictable.
Loretta has lost her zest for chasing cats but his developed intolerance toward people in uniform. Kelly, a local courier, has already lodged a formal complaint about being terrorized whenever she delivers parcels to me and I am worried that someone will end up getting bitten. That would be disastrous for everyone concerned, who knows what sort of galactic germs she carries.
Some days pass without incident and I find myself forgetting that the affectionate creature in my apartment is only a replica. It has a healthy appetite, with a gluttonous stomach that has no memory. She always obliges when it comes to the disposal of unwanted leftovers.
A few days ago I took Loretta for a drive to Castlepoint to see Ruby, an old acquaintance whom has had her fair share of alien encounters. I told her about the abduction and Loretta’s changes and also asked if she knew of anyway that I could possibly communicate with the aliens.
I promised to safeguard her secret communication devices but syffice to say I can contact was eventually made with the aliens. They told me that Loretta was in no danger and will be returned in due time. When asked why they had taken her they became hostile and stated: "Our actions are not answerable to puny Earthlings Q.E.D."
So there you have it. I’m back to square one wondering when or if I will ever be reunited with my beloved Loretta. The optimistic part of my mind believes Ruby did contact the aliens while the pessimistic side tends to think she was merely humoring my paranoia.
A cherry-pick, represented by a lovely bunch of cherries, is given by the editors of ABCtales to recognise pieces of writing that they really think that other people should read. This is not a scientific process, but does genuinely represent both an encouragement to writers and also a guide to the most interesting or noteworthy writing on ABCtales.
read ABCtales version
The following, according to my onboard computer, is an extract (introduction) from a journal some cleaner found on board an abandoned spaceship.
I know this sounds crazy, but aliens have abducted Loretta and replaced her with a duplicate. She’s similar in appearance but I have noticed certain discrepancies over the past few weeks that have led me to suspect that something’s amiss.
It all started shortly after that retirement party for Brandon. It went on a bit longer than planned and I ended up getting home at some ungodly hour of the morning. I staggered into my downtown apartment, slumped down on the lazy-boy recliner and turned on the television.
I remember being woken sometime later by a series of strange noises. My sleep-glued eyes struggled to focus on the television screen but all I could see was static, sort of like that Poltergeist movie.
My attention was suddenly drawn to what I can only best describe a number of small creatures busying about the living room. They had tied Loretta to the couch and were dancing around her. She seemed blissful unaware of their presence.
Concerned for Loretta’s safety I tried to get up but found that I had become paralyzed. My attempts to verbally warn her were also in vane. They continued chanting and dancing for sometime then joined hands and formed a circle around the couch. A blinding light filled the livingroom then slowly dimmed then vanished. Loretta and the creatures were gone!
Released from my paralyses, though still hindered by intoxication, I staggered around the apartment in a bewildered panic vainly searching for my beloved friend then just as I was preparing myself for the reality of never seeing her again, the blinding light refilled the apartment.
The light dimmed as it had before Loretta was back lying unrestrained on the couch. She stirred and stared at me in a most peculiar manner, cringing fearfully as I approached and extended my hand to pat her. From that moment on I have had reason to believe that she is not the same Loretta.
Often in the evenings I catch her by the window contemplating the Milky Way and she seems intent on sitting close to the Television screen whenever a science fiction program or space documentary is on.
Last Tuesday I dropped her off at the Veterinarians for them to check her over for any alien chip implants. They gave me a curious look and but agreed to my request.
When I picked her up the following morning they told me that they had failed to find any such devices. Nor had they noticed any obvious changes in her personality but I am not convinced. Me-thinks a governmental “men in black” agency is forcing them to hush it up from Joe Public.
I suppose I should not be too critical of the vets for not noticing the subtle changes. They don’t see her every day like I do, but believe me the changes are many. She has forsaken her love of bacon for Mars Bars and has traded her favorite blanket for a pile of satin sheets. She stirs whenever I close the venetian blinds and last week she spent hours on end studying the framed diagram of the solar system I have hanging in the Living room.
With no definite way of knowing just how long the aliens are planning to keep Loretta I can only try my best to make the duplicate feel welcome in my apartment. She has become a fascinating distraction from my mundane existence and I have found our evening strolls somewhat unpredictable.
Loretta has lost her zest for chasing cats but his developed intolerance toward people in uniform. Kelly, a local courier, has already lodged a formal complaint about being terrorized whenever she delivers parcels to me and I am worried that someone will end up getting bitten. That would be disastrous for everyone concerned, who knows what sort of galactic germs she carries.
Some days pass without incident and I find myself forgetting that the affectionate creature in my apartment is only a replica. It has a healthy appetite, with a gluttonous stomach that has no memory. She always obliges when it comes to the disposal of unwanted leftovers.
A few days ago I took Loretta for a drive to Castlepoint to see Ruby, an old acquaintance whom has had her fair share of alien encounters. I told her about the abduction and Loretta’s changes and also asked if she knew of anyway that I could possibly communicate with the aliens.
I promised to safeguard her secret communication devices but syffice to say I can contact was eventually made with the aliens. They told me that Loretta was in no danger and will be returned in due time. When asked why they had taken her they became hostile and stated: "Our actions are not answerable to puny Earthlings Q.E.D."
So there you have it. I’m back to square one wondering when or if I will ever be reunited with my beloved Loretta. The optimistic part of my mind believes Ruby did contact the aliens while the pessimistic side tends to think she was merely humoring my paranoia.
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