Thursday, September 14, 2006
Name that movie...
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly 92 million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a really neat idea.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
This planet has-or rather had-a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time......Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said even the trees had been a bad move, and no one should have ever left the ocean.
and, no disrepect intended, it was actually 98 million miles. Every little bit counts...
Ahem, actually, I meant disrespect, I hate it when I mispell a word. Douglas Adams....Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
No worries and thanks for all the fish!
Hey Cheryl, there isn't anything on YOUR blog! Come on!
Write down some of your wit for us!
Post a Comment