Close Encounters of The Limey Kind
February 1st, 2008 at 7:58 pm by BrianI’ll admit to liking a couple of Beatles songs but the idea that we should make them our deep space musical ambassadors to possibly hostile alien life forms just strikes me as needlessly initiating negotiations from a position of weakness:
The Beatles are about to become radio stars in a whole new way.NASA on Monday will broadcast the Beatles’ song “Across the Universe” across the galaxy to Polaris, the North Star.
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“Send my love to the aliens,” Paul McCartney told NASA through a Beatles historian. “All the best, Paul.”
Yes. By all means let’s send the aliens our love and hope that they speak the intergalactic language of “hippie”.
All you need is love.
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Love, love me do?
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I want to hold your hand.
Do you think I traveled from Arturos 9 for heavy petting in the back of my dad’s Galaxie 500? Grab your primitive feet handles and prepare to initiate “Operation: Infinite Uranus” gangbang protocols in 3…..2…….1……
Help!
You’re not from around here, are you?
February 1st, 2008 at 9:44 pm
My girlfriend just spit wine up on my sand-coloured velour couch, Brian. Thanks a lot. F The Beatles. Wings rokked… Like a bag of cement granola.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:59 pm
You’re welcome!
February 2nd, 2008 at 6:38 am
Would that be his “feet down below his knees”?
February 2nd, 2008 at 11:02 am
The original version did have a “come together” moment but it was going to take the post into that graphic territory that would get us an NC-17 rating.
February 4th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
The Beetles are over-rated. It feels good so say that here, because when I say it to my wife–the Walrus–she attacks me. I don’t usually call her the Walrus either, but here it’s OK. Here she comes–good b