It had to happen. It was the earth’s first contact with alien intelligent life. But it was so exasperating.
The aliens acted in such a superior fashion. They had made contact with earthlings via some advanced social media thingamajig. They said they didn’t have the slightest interest in travel, but were very much stay-at-home beings, and weren’t that interested in receiving earthlings on their planet either. They had advanced communication skills, they said. Earthlings were so backward; so inferior.
“Well! Blow them!” said a group of earthling astronauts. The earthlings got into a space craft and headed for the alien planet via some time-warp funnel-tunnel whatchamacallit. When they got there, all made sense. The aliens were hot on communication because they were trees. They were stuck in the ground and couldn’t move about. They nourished themselves via some sophisticated method of photosynthesis, and communicated, communicated, communicated.
That didn’t make them less arrogant though. The earthling astronauts chopped a couple of them down and brought them back to earth to use as firewood – just to teach them a jolly good lesson.
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
I like the way you have put the shoe of arrogance on the other foot. Meanwhile, the search for intelligent life—everywhere, anywhere?—goes on…
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Search for intelligent life? They clearly haven’t looked in Maine!
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“I can live for two months on a good compliment.” —Mark Twain
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Let’s hope you get another couple after that!
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That will get me through the summer!
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!!
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Well, you’ve just added 2 months to your life span, Cynthia.
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Bruce, how do you get to ‘Like’ your own posts? When I do that, WordPress sends me a message with the following video: https://youtu.be/mQZmCJUSC6g
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You probably think that song is about you….
(I got that once….I couldn’t figure out what key I had pressed to cause it, either! But I have always loved this song, so I enjoyed listening to it.)
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Apparently Carly Simon’s son lived down the road from where I was living two years ago – he was living in a little “surfing town” on the west coast of New Zealand and his mother was a frequent visitor. At least that’s what I heard… But the tabloids never got hold of it, so I guess it wasn’t true.
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And, it wasn’t on Facebook, now being Twittered, or whatever the verb for that activity might be.
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Twitteraticated
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Please excuse all my finger stumbles today, I’m dopier than the average Myrtlefordian this morning, for some reason. I’d better not do any Twittercating.
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I had no idea you lived 274 km northeast of Melbourne and 46 km southeast of Wangaratta!
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I have never got that video – I must be special! and not have a carrot stuck up my bum like those whom WordPress deem it appropriate to remind. I always give myself a “like” as a way of saying “That’s it, I’ve finished fiddling with it now. It’s all posted and not to be tampered with!”
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That’s a good idea, Bruce. And WordPress probably thinks you’re a lost cause.
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“WordPress probably thinks you’re a lost cause” doesn’t sound quite so lyrical as the original!
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WordPress, just for some,
Ignores the carrot up the bum
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That sums up bomes.
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Wait, are you saying (not even implying) that I’ve a carrot inserted in my nether rehions?
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Who knows (in the air!)
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The last paragraph made me gasp! Goodness. it was also very funny. No interest in travel indeed.
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Fuel for the fire!
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Have you gathered your firewood yet? Do you just go out and find it? We always had to buy it by the “cord” and they would dump it on the front of the driveway and we had to haul it, pile it, etc. where it could be gotten in winter. When we got it ourselves in the woods we had to saw it and split it and dry it. Then carry it into the house as needed, etc. Impossible for me to do that work, nowadays, though I do so love a real fire in the fireplace in winter.
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We used to get it ourselves and chop it up and stack it. Now the next door neighbour cuts and sells firewood so we get it at a slightly cheaper rate. Besides, we are now too old to split too much. I do remember buying wood by the “cord” – now we buy it by the “cubic metre”. And – no – we haven’t got our firewood yet, and would have used some this morning it was almost freezing.
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Funny how countries originally under the aegis of Great Britain have chosen to keep and not keep to those old fashioned ways of measuring. They’ve tried to change things here in the US by attrition and education , but short of a decree, we still keep to so many of the old English measures. A “cord” of wood probably started as the amount of fire wood that could be carried, tied by a cord. Here’s what it is today, in the USA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLICD83B_qg
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That seems about right! The cord is roughly 3.6 cubic metres. So they sell firewood in 4 cubic metre lots – which is near enough to a cord.
Speaking of the strange acceptance of the old and new – I was always amazed in the States how road signs would mix both the old imperial and the metric: 2.4 miles to NY! How long is 4/10ths of a mile!!
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Two fifths… 🙂
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I KNEW you’d say that! I make 2/5ths of a mile 704 yards!
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You are a mind reader and a maths genius! (notice I said ‘maths” and not “math” in your honor). A “fifth” also used to be the standard amount for bottles of distilled beverages here..(a fifth of a gallon or 757ml.) Now it’s changed to bottles of 750 ml.— the standard wine bottle size, word wide.
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Thank you for the S in the Mathematical abbreviation. I sometimes leave the U out of neighbors in an effort to be more cosmopolitan. I have no doubt that the missing 7ml no longer in a wine bottle has not decreased the price a penny, i.e. one twelfth of a shilling!
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😀
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Trees of life….good story Bruce. The picture reminded me of the Fairy Chimneys in Cappadoccia, Turkey….an amazing work of nature….
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The picture is probably inspired by the Fairy Chimneys!
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That’ll bring ’em down to earth
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😀 Let’s hope there’s enough space on the planet…
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Love it Bruce but let’s hope there isn’t some sneaky alien virus in the firewood that will help them colonise the earth…
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You never know with trees – they can propagate surreptiously!
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“Barbarians are we” you correctly suggest, and those trees were wise to the bottom of their roots, not that it saved them from the folly of man. Of course they share that distinction with many other species on this planet or any other we manage to blunder onto !
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There seems to be a fairly deep-rooted streak in humans to destroy…
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Alien life forms have always been out there; perhaps our planet is a Petri dish. So we may burn alien life forms for their arrogance in our ignorance and keep living in a bliss…
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Ouch Bruce! Cosmic compassion already a thing of the past! 😀
Enjoyed the story – thanks!
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I hate to think that earthlings would be so arrogant and destructive. Where is our sense of wonder, awe and inquisitiveness? – I am sooooo disappointed. But you do punch my buttons!
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I hope you don’t believe that I believe everything I write!!
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Of course not! But it’s amazing where your stories take my mind!
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Thank you, Noelle, that’s a compliment. I never believed it for a moment myself – you being the worthwhile reviewer of so much reading!
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I believe them https://utkarshbloger.wordpress.com/2016/08/03/a-crash-changed-the-world/
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