The weather's nice, I'm having a great time ...

[cosmolinguist]

As a preview of the news that was queued up to be told to a breathless NPR audience (yes, I'm getting all my interesting things to write about from NPR; you might too if your human company thought watching sitcoms is an acceptable way to pass the evening), I heard something like this tonight: "What a postcard! Spirit sends back pictures of Mars." And since I already knew that Spirit was sending pictures and since I imagine they won't be very interesting over the radio, the part of this sentence that my easily-amused little brain found to latch on to was the part about postcards. Perhaps because of my earlier interplanetary-mail-related entry, I wondered what Spirit's writing on the back of pictures like


I think, if I were him, I'd just write Wish you were here.

Comments

[chuck-lw.livejournal.com]

"My mom and dad went to Mars, took pictures of the ancient ruins there, and the CIA agents secretly stationed there confiscated the camera and sent them back to Earth with this crummy T-shirt."

I know. Not exactly a postcard.:-)

[cosmolinguist]

True. But now I want a t-shirt that says that.

[chuck-lw.livejournal.com]

And now I suddenly have the urge to post the text of the T-shirt on my journal. Don't know why.:-)

*retreats*

[cosmolinguist]

I thought you should know that my plastic water bottle now has this scrawled on it with a Sharpie: "My mom and dad went to Mars, took pictures of the ancient ruins there, and the CIA agents secretly stationed there confiscated the camera and sent them back to Earth with this crummy Nalgene bottle."

[chuck-lw.livejournal.com]

Neat! It's spreading.:-) Thanks.

Chuck,
Out

[miss-newham.livejournal.com]

I like sitcoms and Mars. Seldom successfully combined though.

[cosmolinguist]

Yeah, I think there's real untapped potential in sitcoms set on Mars.

Or maybe it'd be something good to do with those dumb people who want to be on reality shows. Send 'em to Mars. See how that goes for them.