Question Of The Week 5-26-2021

Do you think aliens exist?

It depends on how you define aliens. Merriam-Webster says:

Definition of alien

 1a: belonging or relating to another person, place, or thing STRANGE an alien environment

b: relating, belonging, or owing allegiance to another country or government FOREIGN alien residents

c: EXOTIC sense 1 alien plants

d: coming from another world EXTRATERRESTRIAL alien beings an alien spaceship When it comes to knowing what alien life forms might be like, we don’t have any idea.— Kate Shuster

2: differing in nature or character typically to the point of incompatibility ideas alien to democracy

We all know, don’t we, that in this sense we are talking about beings from another world. Really, however, all the definitions above could pertain to extraterrestrial life. But why do we have to go extraterrestrial? We are looking to the stars when we should be looking around us at all the ‘alien’ – ‘differing in nature or character typically to the point of incompatibility’- life around us.

Think of the octopus. It is one of the most intelligent forms of life and yet how alien is the little guy? The Blue Whale? Or the Dragon Fish which lives in the deepest depths of the ocean? How about Poison Dart Frogs? Or the jellyfish?

Even closer to home there are spider monkeys and gorillas. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

Sure monkeys and lions aren’t considered alien, but then again, if they were on another planet and we’d never seen them before….. alien. Isn’t it just what we don’t consider to be like ourselves that we consider alien? If we saw lions on another planet, they would still be lions, but if we saw an octopi, what then? Would we wonder how long aliens had been living unknown on our own planet?

If this doesn’t convenience you, think of all the insects in the world. Many of them look alien to the core. I think we have enough aliens living here among us that we don’t need to look at to the stars.

Sunday Photo Fiction 8-1-2017

207 07 July 30th 2017

© A Mixed Bag 2009
[Synthetic Alien Head from the National Space Centre,  Leicester, UK]


 

“Do you think that’s how they really look?” Rose asked, studying the fake head in the display case.

“Some people think so.” Though he’d give the average human an IQ of about, or below, 79. Generously. Mike sighed.

“I thought they were all huge shiny heads with huge silver eyes.”

Both boys looked at her.

“Huge shiny heads,” Peter questioned, eyebrow raised.

Rose shrugged. “It’s on the internet.”

“Well then, it’s true,” Mike snorted, rolling his eyes.

“I bet you don’t even believe in aliens!”

Both boys shook their heads; watched Rose storm away.

“You’re going to pay tonight.” Peter laughed.

“Got to take one for the team sometimes.”

“Better you than me, bro.”

They both looked over to where Rose stood in front of another exhibit.

“You think she knows?” Peter asked.

“No chance, otherwise she’d of argued.”

“True. That is one of her more charming…attributes.”

Mike hit him in the arm, a gesture still baffling and unfamiliar to him. He started over towards her, Peter following.

“Huge shiny eyes,” Peter muttered, laughing to himself.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction 6-1-2017

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.

201 05 May 28th 2017

“What the frick-n-frack is that?”

“It’s Krakus, Lord of the Anggawho,” Donny replied.

“Ugliest thing this side of… well, forever.”

“Come on, Uncle B. It’s way cool!” Bouncing up and down, Donny started an unbreathable, unbreakable, chatter about the toy and it’s origin and….

B looked around. Caught the eye of a mother who frowned. The sales clerk who shrugged.

Yeah, lots of help ladies, thanks.

No way he was going to get this freaking-fracking ugly crap for his nephew’s birthday. For one, it was ugly as sin, and for two, his bro’s wife would kill him. Or, at least, give him that ‘I-knew-you-be-an-asshole’ look he’d been getting way too often lately.

“Hey, bud! I hear there is a two-foot tall, live-action, GI Joe at the front of the store.  Wanna go see?”

What? It was the first thing which came to mind.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

The toy shrugged and waited for the next little boy. He’d get dinner yet.

 

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Word Of The Day 2-10-2017

extremophiles

noun
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Definition

: an organism that lives under extreme environmental conditions (as in a hot spring or ice cap)

Examples

“Beetles with antifreeze blood, ants that sprint on scorching sand and spiders that live high up Mount Everest. These incredible creatures are the extremophiles: animals that survive some of the most inhospitable conditions on Earth, and sometimes even further.” — Christopher Brooks, BBC.co.uk, 26 Mar. 2016

Friday Fictioneers 10 June 2016

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 Photo from Jennifer Pendergast

It wasn’t the helmet which made It so scary, it was the fact the rest of It looked like a normal human being. They were sneaky that way. Had learned to blend in. Which wasn’t going to save the little girl, smart as she was to hide under the cushions. On land, their one weakness was their eyes. Couldn’t see worth a damn dry so It might take her as a cushion if she remained still and silent.

I raised my weapon. It turned. Fish-eyes in a fish-bowl of water. Screams, girl. Flash, It. Squeezed tri-…

“Me,” she whispered as she ran home.

Friday Fictioneers 5-13-2016

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAYR

The airship floated, flashing blue across upturned faces, stairs unfolding slowly beneath. A rustle of excitement stirred the crowd, polyglot of language rising like thunder. This day had been foretold, when, as one people, they would look into the sky and find, not empty space nor dead stars, but stranger’s eyes looking back at theirs.

The alien stumped down the steps. Reared on two legs, one gangling appendage to either side of its trunk. Rounded ball matted with fluff overtop two sunken eyes, bony proboscis and a wide mouth.

The alien raised an arm. “Greetings, Aliens, from President Bono the 12th. Take me to your leader.”

Friday Fictioneers 4-15-2016

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“An …alien… book?” doubt heavy in my voice. “About building a spaceship?”

“Yeah.”

“Why not one of those alien coloring books?  I hear they’re all the rage.”

“Cool!”

“You think?” He couldn’t fail to hear the sarcasm in my voice, yet acted like I’d agreed.

“I have stock to feed.” Climbing into the rusting pick-up, I headed back towards the barn. Did anybody have a work ethic these days? Besides me?

The little alien darted out from behind a sage bush. “Quick thinking, Reg. Now he’ll never suspect.”