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2:38 a.m. Tonight's lecture, ladies and germs, is all about them pesky aliens. It's really late and I know we're all pretty tired here, so I'm going to make this as brief as possible. No need to take copious notes -- there will not be a quiz. We just got in from a trip to Ventura County, where Igor was the featured speaker for the Ventura/Santa Barbara Mufon (Mutual UFO Network) organization. Ever since The Day After Roswell was published, Igor has occasionally been invited by various UFO groups to give a little talk. Little do they know. Igor was a college professor in his younger days and whenever he gets anywhere near a podium, a long and involved lecture suddenly springs up, Hydra-like. Full-blown and elaborate, and woe be me who has heard it all before. But I have to say that I nonetheless love going to these meetings and conventions and gatherings. I've met some really great people and heard some incredible stories. Not to mention all the neat alien goodies you can often buy. |
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I'm sure I'd feel differently about all these cute little lop-headed dolls and T-shirts if I, myself, had ever had a spooky encounter. All those bug-eyed candy holders and key rings and candles might be a little unnerving if I were to suddenly find myself face to face with one while I was, say, working late at night here on the trusty old computer. The last thing on earth I would want to see would be one of those faces at my darkened window. But for now, I just think they're the cutest things. |
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Here is Dr. Roger Leir, author of Aliens and the Scalpel, and Mufon section director. He's also a really nice man with an extensive appreciation of one of my personal heroes, Mario Lanza. You can visit Dr. Leir at his web site, or catch him on TV hosting his own show in a few months. Check out the web site -- it's got some really incredible looking aliens on it, and if I didn't know better, they could start to look pretty scary. But, since we're a mere week away from Halloween, I'd better screw up my courage and whistle in the dark on the way past the old deserted lot. Put some kibbles out for the neighborhood black cat, who is in heat. It's been a long evening and Igor is exhausted. I'm lollygagging. We've got to be up early and out to a movie screening first thing tomorrow morning, so I will try to slip quietly out the back of this piece while everyone is conveniently looking the other way. See you tomorrow. |
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