Guten Morgen tönte es aus dem Garten.

Guten Morgen tönte es aus dem Garten.

Shit! Ist es wieder!!! Nein! Nein! Nein! Ich.... muss......in ...... English. There! What a relief. To not even understand your own thoughts! Every now and again, Взимам друг език

aliens were transmitting directly into my head. I would be thinking about how much this last year sucked and then "BAM" an electronic signal containing

part of the code necessary for intergalactic travel would just appear in my brain. I was possessed by an unrepressable urge to get the data out of my mind, hence my den was filled

diagrams of alien devices I didn't understand. I'd covered the wallpaper & furniture with these blueprints & starfields. My friend Bob had a subscription to popular electronics &

had made a dirigible out of a mylar baloon so he was my go-to tech. Bob and I worked tirelessly in my garage on the alien blueprints. By the weekend, we had made a device which

could travel through space at half the speed of light. It looked like it would work... a shiver ran down my spine as I wondered what else these beings were capable of inventing...

Had they figured out how to talk to women? Could they fry food without splattering oil everywhere? OMG, the possibilities were endless. I would convince these aliens to appear on

Or so they thought. At first the aliens pandered to ignorant southern crowds, but after a season or two the show took on legit scientific community research & became intellectual.