Aliens live amongst us! In plain sight!
Maybe not the pasty-skinned, bubble-headed, big-eyed, spindly-armed kind (although I’m sure we all know someone who fits that description!) Nope, I mean all the different mineral, plant, bug, fish, bird, reptile, animal species who inhabit this big bit of rock.
We don’t need to look further than our own planet for Aliens. They live in the oceans, rivers, swamps, deserts, forests, jungles, trees, our homes. Underground, above ground, in piles of poop, algae, and slime.
We eat them (sometimes they eat us), wear them, learn from them, use their special skills and curative properties for our own needs. We even love and care for them. I’m looking at my cat right now; fast asleep with a full belly and not a care in the world. When her kind arrived on Earth many thousands of years ago, they weren’t silly. They quickly established themselves as rulers and they’ve pretty much stayed that way. Now that’s clever!
Like humans, all the different species have their own language, work-forces, societies, hierarchies, habitats, food preferences. Maybe Earth was deemed to be the most habitable planet so species from all corners of the Universe, including us humans, made our way here. We arrived, found the most suitable environments where we could thrive, and agreed to share a common home. (How I bet some species deeply regret that decision – to share with humans.)
When someone makes a movie that has aliens, the creature artists always look to nature for inspiration. And why wouldn’t they? There are so many weird and wonderful things right here. To up the ante and give us something really strange and fantastic, all they pretty much do is mix ’n’ match species.
We can stop looking to the stars and beyond for extra-terrestrials. We just have to look in our own back gardens. They’re everywhere.
And humans are aliens too because we are as odd and strange-looking to them as they are to us.
I’d love it if humans were furry like cats and minks and baby seals. Fur is so much nicer than hair.
Fur comes in a range of colours and amazing patterns – solid, spotty, stripey, two-tone, three-tone, ten-tone. Rich, deep colours. It’s fashion unto itself. We could get rid of clothes. No more worrying about what to wear or how everything we own is old crap that doesn’t fit properly and will never, ever come back into fashion. No more lugging around heavy suitcases on holiday. No more washing or ironing.
Our fur would keep us toasty warm but maybe we could have a jacket for winter (made from wool), and probably shoes. But that’s all.
Our body fur would hide our ‘naughty’ bits, our flab, cellulite, knobbly knees, weird rashes, varicose veins, and gnarly toes. No matter what shape a furry body is, it always looks good. Fur hides a multitude of sins beautifully.
A furry face would hide blotchy skin, a crooked nose, zits, wrinkles, puffy eyes, dark circles and bags. No more expensive surgery or botox needed. Or sun block.
Humans definitely have fur envy. We spend half our time ripping and nuking all the hair we can from our bodies and then pop on a fur coat (fake and real), and parade around as if we’re now really special. And fur rugs are treated like a luxurious indulgence. Notice how the furry species are not vying to wear our hair on their backs or lay us down as rugs!!
Yep, if we had our own fur, we could leave all the other critters to theirs. And I’d really love that.