That master of wit, rabbit, has expressed his desire for another Punday. After the fun of the last one, how can I refuse?
Here’s the (true) story to build on.
Watching the stars one night as a lad on Kangaroo Island, my eyes followed what I thought to be a satellite moving across the sky. On the farm, away from city lights, just about everything the night sky had to offer was visible. Amongst the millions of stars it was not uncommon to see a satellite going on its heavenly path.
But on this night the object of my focus did not behave like a satellite. After traveling across the horizon in a seemingly straight line it stopped for the briefest of moments – less than a second – and shot upwards at an unbelievable speed and was soon out of sight.
Satellites can’t do that. Nothing made by human minds and hands can do that. I had seen something from another world.
It was clearly from another world because it shot away from the Earth. But why? We’re they bored? Did they receive new orders? Did I frighten them off? Was their work here done?
I’m sure that after all these years of these unanswered questions, rabbit will offer a logical answer.
Miglo
Kevin Rennie
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lunalava
wixxy
Just so I beat rabbit to it, maybe they were lost in space.
J., says
S: “The answers are there, you just have to know where to look.”
M: “That’s why they put the I in F.B.I.”
S: “I have seen things I cannot explain”.
http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5042/5352782583_62c040b1e0_o.jpg
Found where they landed at Port Wakefield Road near Dublin SA.
Interesting set of protest sculptures vehemently against the Liberals. A lot of time and effort went into railing against John Olsen and the Federal Libs.
Migs, I saw something similar. My dear father knew that I was frightened of lightning and so it was his habit that during a thunderstorm to take me out to sit on the steps of the front porch. He would tell me to look at the lightning and to count the kabooms. This spot, sitting on the front steps became my favorite place for star gazing.
One evening, I would have been perhaps in my very early teens I saw the exact same thing as you have described. This was in Hawthorn Victoria. I thought that it was a satellite as my father would quite often point these out to me. However, it stopped suddenly and then shot up vertically and at the fastest speed imaginable.
Who knows, perhaps it was the same visitors which you saw.
You need to suspend dis belief!
Kevin, I can testify to that.
There are things we know we know, and things we don’t know we know.
May they felt ALIENated!
Heavens above,,,that was clever
Mobious, thanks for the fun links, some of us still rail at what Olsen did!
Aliens doubtless spend their time playing astronauts and crosses…
They are out there. The proof is called an Abbott and they give themselves away by farting from their brains instead of their arses.
Can I suggest Min, they’re more into crossworlds.
Rabbit, I don’t think that would be any earthly good…
Yeah, I suppose they wouldn’t have a clue.
This topic certainly is a lot of pun-ishment.
Given that Migs was on Kangaroo Island its not such a leap of faith to suggest what he saw could have been a flying saucer. You’d be a mug to think otherwise.
But rabbit, I’m sure that Migs wouldn’t have jumped to any conclusions.
May be a ship was sending a distress signal..that seems flare enough.
I know Min, he’s hopping mad at not living on K I, now.
Mobious it’s difficult to pick the difference!
I thinking that he would get a kick out of KI…
Good to see you back Mobius…thought for a while you’d gone around the bend
Nothing a band aid wouldn’t fix. Not being onesided or anything.
I seems Mobius Ecko has made a resounding recovery.
It seems that Mobius is right in tune now.
I’m just going round in never ending loops
Mobius, why not start your own band. It beats going nowhere.
It would be easy for Mobius to drum up some business.
I like the cymbalism there, Min.
I wouldn’t string you along, rabbit.
Well that’s music to my ears!
You certainly know how to conduct yourself, rabbit.
The Beatles certainly cymbalise the 60′s.
They were nutty and juicy.
I’ve always found pop stars rather cordial.
Some of them hade careers that fizzed, though rabbit.
…and some had careers that sparkled.
Some did reap the fruits of their labour, Migs.
They never did fiddle about…
Is there any bassist for that remark? If so could you put it on the record.
Only that if it’s baroque one shouldn’t try to fix it…
Now you’re trying to needle me. But I’ll strum along.
Whoopsie..not baroque, that is…
I think I’m being picked upon, but I prepared to face the music.
Rabbit, now you’re Chopin and changin’..
I intend to stave off any insults. Won’t have a bar of them!
You mean I’m not in concert with the rest here?
I would have thought in perfect harmony, rabbit.
OK, I’ll try and tune in, but I not feeling that sharp at the moment.
However you are certainly helping to hold down the forte…
Could anybody lend me tenor twenty bucks? Everything I buy is a little deer.
I always wanted to be able to sing in tune but I’m flat out remembering the words. Not sure what the key is!
Migs, your not fawning poverty are you?
I’ll make a note of that, rabbit.
Good, cause I intend to cash in.
I reckon what you saw that night, Migs, was a half corona.
It was the very familiar cigar shaped object.
You must have been pretty puffed about that.
That was simply but a prelude..
I would have ta-back-ya on that one.
I’m off to light the BBQ. No doubt the wife will grill me about what I’ve been doing all day.
That bunny who comes here really bugs me. He sings loony tunes.
Rabbit, tell her you hit a snag.
Rabbit, I’m certain that your wife makes some grate things with cheese.
And she just did!!!! She got pretty fired up when I told her.
Perhaps she’s a mature lady.
Rabbit, you shouldn’t make such a pesto of yourself.
Min, I see rabbit’s been sandwiched between our comments.
You don’t mince words do you Migs?
I try not to. I always end up in a bit of a stew.
Rabbit, it all adds to the spice.
Migs, you really take the cake.
Have to dash. Believe it or not I’m off to the meat raffle at the club.
Migs, you have to take on many rolls.
I reckon Migs will be pretty chopped up if he doesn’t win.
He’s been having a fairly lean time of it lately.
If he does win he’ll probably come back here and ham it up.
Anyone care to steak a bet?
A cut above the rest..
I’m listening to some golfers tell how they sliced their tee off.
The club isn’t a long drive from home.
But I wouldn’t want to get into a flap about it…
Migs, I thought that it might have been a fairway..
Min, that’s par for the course.
A rough drive, nevertheless. I’m currently bunkered down at home having a wine. Had to get some issues off my chest.
So you had a hole lot of issues to discuss.
A mate of mine was picked up by the breatho on his way home the other night. But it’s OK, he blew 2 under.
A little birdie told you?
He was soaring like an eagle.
After the wine my life suddenly has more clarety.
Why wasn’t I told immediately of this UFO sighting?
Roswell, it was 45 years ago.
Besides, they’re coming back.
That’s a bottler rabbit.
Does not having breakfast often make you a cereal offender? I know, it’s corny.
To late. How many people have been abducted and probed in the last 45 years?
And a corker too, Min.
One that I know of. You.
It’s an all time best cellar, rabbit.
Probeably not many Roswell.
I’m surprised, of course, that there were no links given when discussing golf.
Just commenting off the cuff…
Rabbit, you need balls to say something like that around here.
I wonder why pip hasn’t joined in. Maybe she’s a little seedy. And jane’s probably been liaring around a lot today.
The others have a lot of catching up to do.
And busy in the garden with their Tom-R-toes.
Yeh, I reckon he’s a labor plant.
I just looked in the mirror and on reflection it wasn’t good.
I should do more to cultivate his acquaintance.
Is that how you see your self..
You’ll come out a soiled person, Min.
Agreed rabbit, but I do have the thyme.
Well I reckon the juiciest pun today was Tom R toes. A little grosse but still devine.
Well done Min. You haven’t won anything but, then again, nor has Migs.
I’ll love you and leave you.
Maybe….
It’s so humid here I’m going to try to turn the airconditioner on. It should be a breeze!
Night all.