Wednesday, 10 February 2010


I saw an earthling displaying its tribal markings today. The female earthling had the insignia emblazoned across her back. The strange shapes bore no meaning but I identified her tribe as 'True love never dies'. This tribe seems to be avoided by the other earthlings, as many were wary of this one and those of her kind. From what I could gather this tribe seek to turn themselves into machines. Various parts of their exterior are full of curious pieces of metal that appear to be inserted directly through their flesh. I suppose they believe once they have enough of this metal inserted into their being they will be able to transform themselves into a machine. Their progress is primitive however; they clearly need larger pieces of metal or else they will never achieve their goal.

Sunday, 7 February 2010

F. Roy Dean Shlippe

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The tiny earthlings are so feeble and small. The are incapable of doing anything for themselves, and the adult earthlings fuss every time the little one makes a sound. The adults behave strangely around the little ones, they communicate in a foreign language with the infant, a strange melody of cooing and babbling. The infant sometimes answers in this strange language, but usually it just makes that hideous noise that makes me shudder. I think the infants eat their own mother in order to grow. I saw one gnawing its mother's teat, but she didn't notice, she was smiling. Maybe the infants use a venom so she cannot feel it as it devours her.

Friday, 5 February 2010

Perigree Moonfire

Went in search of nourishment this eve. I came upon a place that purports to sell a substance known as Kebabish. Strips of fresh taken from an animal roasting on a spit are put into a small pouch of uknown material. Humans eat these after consuming large amounts of what my olfactory senses tell me are fermented vegetable liquids. Furthermore, this liquid seems to play an important part in the Earthlings mating ritual I witnesses previously. I intend to investigate this matter further.

FW Sgazer

If 56*231 / 49*793 at Strineghiem velocity, then Crandirorht megalith will be in the fifty-seventh partile of galaxy 5191 on uiversal star day 76543890, the trajectory of which will interefer with this planet's attachement to its star. In approximatley 459 Earth days.
Friends, should we warn them? Or like all good time space travellers, must we remain silent and refrain from interefering?
They talk of man-made and nature on this planet. Surely, human is a natural produce of this planet?
What of their data and information systems? So crude, compared with our telepath info-systems. Oh, if only we were allowed to experiment. To draw them in. See if they responded.
If we did, though, the ehtics board would exterminate us.

Thursday, 4 February 2010

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Flantork - many earth hours later

On reflection...perhaps a small amount of this planets skin will suffice for research purposes?

All three of my leg strudels are sore and stained with skin juices...blaysh!

I had managed to collect a small amount, picking at the individual strands of skin, when an earth dweller cantered up to me. He (an assumption based on the dwellers plumage) was a sprightly young quadruped with glistening jowls.

His attempts to communicate were fairly limited, and I am still trying to determine exactly what it is that this being wishes to tell me so desperately, however I have so far established that "ROWLF!" is a suitable and common greeting.

F W Stargazer

White material falling from the sky. Makes a heap. Their transporters stick. They're very primitive. They have no autopilot.
"Can't you control your climate?" I asked my host.
"We don't have climate," she replied. "We just have weather."
I can't understand, then, if they often get this white material, why their transporters don't have a hover function.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Soas Tarsni

Now I know where grandma went!

"You must, simply must experience Sushi!" The guide told me.

“I have," I told her but her face split wide and she bared a lot of white at me, a Breuic moved inside; I didn't say anything after that, for I feared Breuic’s.

Sushi was grandma's name you see. I didn't know grandma was a Hoik though.

Imagine that, I thought as I looked at this substance they call food on the moving belt, grandpa did it with a Hoik. It wasn't the done thing back in the time of Girtan, for Telf's to pair off with Hoik's, grandpa had whel’s!

I prodded the squidgy stuff, odd what Earth had done to her. My guide was feeding her Breuic, so I did the same. Mine didn't like it, so I added something called Wasabi.


On the very first day my brain thumped in my head box

The light was shiny and spiked at my eyes; I covered them with my digits and let a little in at a time.

I am delighted with the ground here.

It is green like skin and feels like nothing else, if I pinch and grab, it comes off into my hand, it tastes fresh and gritty.

I must bring back this planets skin to show the others.

There are great quantities – it may take many earth hours.

F.Woman Stargazer

Have you noticed the night-time walls? Shiny, with the inside appearing outside, but in the day you only see the outside outside. And if you don't put a covering over the wall, they tell me, at night, the outsider can see inside. They warned me when I went to sleep and started to remove this pesky outer skin.
I've walked past a few Salford Earthling homes with the shiny wall uncovered. Very useful information. I wish they all wouldn't cover their walls. So much to see.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Perigree Moonfire

I am about to rest now. It has been a very long day. I was walking back to my accomodation when I witnessed what could only be described as a mating ritual. Humans wear artificial skins over their own. Perhaps because this place is so cold and dark. I have since learned that there are parts of this world where the daylight can last for months. I would like to see these places. It would be more like home then here. Anyway, from what I saw the females wear fewer skins then the males. They paint their skin and adorn their hair while the males sound their mating calls; 'Get 'em out for the lads' 'Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough.' Elsewhere they mark their territory by urinating on it. The whole affair was deeply unnerving. I was glad to get home--such as it can be called.

EFBOB - DAY 1 Back from MCCDonalds

Now back from MCCDonalds, I error first time write. Feel strange, like insides changing atoms. Many bad noises come from inside. I go to rest now but feel explosion imminent.


One, zero, one, one, one.. Beep, beep, beep.
'Love' is a funny word. Nobody knows what it means, but everyone uses it. Not very practical. Ohm... One, one, zero, zero, zero, one? Beep, beep-beep, beep..
Where do they charge their batteries? Mine is nearly flat.. Eree!
Be. P. Phh.. Zero.

Perigree Moonfire

The moon hung low and heavy in the sky. It was large and yellow, dimpled and creased along the surface like the unmajiine fruit of our world [an unmajiine is not unlike the earth orange]. It reminded me of our own moon, Callista. There is no sight that warms the heart like seeing Callista and its seven smaller siblings backlit by our two suns against the vermillion sky. I was entranced. Yet no-one no-one showed any interest. They shuffled along the road with their heads bowed, some of whom had wires protruding from their persons. On closer inspection I saw that one woman had a device set in her ear, into which she spoke. I gathered she was having some kind of verbal exchange but with whom I could not devine. Others carried larger hand held devices which they pressed to their ears and spoke in loud voices. However, they did not speak directly to each other, barely even exchanged a glance. I am lead to conclude that their natural aversion to one another nessecitates the use of such devices for the purposes of communication.

EFBOB - DAY 1 with Earth Family.

Hello. I writing this with my digit extensions HOW STRANGE to do this!!! Earth not as imaginings or training modules back on ZX15 (I miss home too soon). Always I hot, hot outside and inside family residences very hotter. My human family put me in tub with ice and water make me better. They stick digits in air to me and make silly noises. They think funny, they no think funny when I eat smaller of them. Smaller of them very ugly not like our smallers, it makes noises which make me in pain (and hungry). I go now. Family saying 'We eat', we going out to eat at place Donalds?? I write more after we have eat.

Fisherwoman Stargazer

We went along the streets. Strange material came from the sky. It felt like metal striking our faces. Cold. Sharp. It went in my mouth a little. Salty? Have you noticed how the artificial suns here are yellow, not white like at home.
And their transporters are so strange.