Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Sunday, 7 February 2010
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Friday, 5 February 2010
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
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.
"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
"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.
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.
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
'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.
And their transporters are so strange.