Lena? Is that you?
Okay, so 40 light years from Earth may
not sound all that nearby, but in terms of distances in the universe it’s
little more than Sunday in the Park with Zontar. So, I called my friend Stan Stellar, head of
the Planetarium at the University of Havertown PA, to find out what's next following this amazing discovery.
"Next we train our most ultra-sensitive
telescopes upon the seven planets,” he said.
“How sensitive are the telescopes?”
“The most advanced of them cry whenever
they’re shown An Affair to Remember.”
“That is sensitive! But what are
we hoping to find?”
“We are attempting to determine if
the essential building blocks of life are present on any or all of planets.”
“What are the essential
building blocks of life?" I asked.
"Oxygen, hydrogen, and
pornography."
"Gee, I guess it must be
really difficult to locate the pornography."
“Oh, no, not at all, especially for those planets which we suspect may be populated with teenage boys. It's the
oxygen and hydrogen we have difficulty with."
“So,
Stan, if you locate the building blocks of life, does that mean there is life as
we know it?”
"No, Perry, we can only make
that determination definitively if we detect that somebody there has put out the recycling.”
My curiosity was really engaged now.
“What
kind of beings would exist on such a planet?”
I asked.
“We don't know. They may be beings similar to us or monstrously grotesque creatures from out of your most horrific nightmares. Sort of like Lena Dunham, for example, but dressed.”
“One
more question, Stan: Is it possible that
there’s a parallel Donald Trump on any of these planets?”
“We can’t rule that out, but we don’t
think so.”
“How come you don't think so?”
“We haven't seen any mass migration of terrified aliens from any of the planets with their green 12-fingered hands all over their ears."
“Well, then sign me up!”
“Well, then sign me up!”
"Perry ... it's 235 trillion miles away."
"I'll make us some sandwiches! You like mustard or mayo?"
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2 comments:
I can't believe they didn't name one of those planets after you, Perry. Perhaps they didn't want the ultra-sensitive telescopes to break out in tears again.
BTW - I'll take mayo on my sandwich.
Sorry, Russell, your sandwich is already made and ya got mustard. Now get the hell on board and let's get out of here before Trump wants to come.
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