I don’t know D’Arcy or Anthony personally, but the fact that they exchanged their spaceship here on Mars with some rogueish southerner from the Medusae Fossae Formation seems to follow a family pattern. Two of my actual friends, Cy and Clark, have already committed to the Red Canoe Cult – you can check them out enjoying a little angling in the Hale crater. They bear a remarkable resemblance to these two soon-to-be fishin’ fools.
You may have heard rumours that the aquatic life on Mars is less than satisfactory. However, I’m here to tell you that, but for a little dust storm every so often, the fishing is extratunaordinary with bells and whistles, and an occasional crabby crustacean. Soon enough, Hale crater will be invaded by reckless teenagers from other, less salubrious (read extinct) water flows and I’ll be forced to seek out new life and boldly go, or go boldly, down the avenue.
Meanwhile, well, meanwhile, stay a while, and doze in a daze. When the time comes, you may hitch a lift with me in the PeskyCATarian-mobile.
No, I confess, I have never attended a Star Wars film event, though I have watched the series. Given the dimensions of some of the costumes and the placement of feet upon unsuspecting felines’ tails, justified my reticence surely is. I have one simple question: are we certain that Darth is Luke’s father? Are we really, fretting fans? Just asking. Respectfully and with Leia adoration, Last, xxx
Some say that sullying a delicious glass of Scotch with either water or ice is a sacrilege worthy of flogging. My opinion is that I much prefer Irish whiskey (or even whisky) with my tuna melt, but every cat is different, dear ones, and we really need to concentrate on the wonderful news that NASA confirmed the presence of water on Mars. I knew all along, of course, even though, as a proud feline (and potential future sufferer of renal failure if I’m not careful) H20 is not my favourite natural substance. On second thoughts, and considering that sidebar comment about renals, schmeenals failing, whatever, I think I’ll skate on over to the ice-capades and pick up a slab of the good stuff. See you there, Major Tom, Love, Dr On Mars xox
Did you know that Doctor Who was first aired on the BBC on November 23, 1963? Check out this wikipedia entry for far too much information about the Doctor and his various friends and enemas, sorry, enemies. Only the day before, November 22, U.S. President John F. Kennedy was assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald in Dallas, Texas. And on November 24, a day after Dr Who premiered, Oswald was shot to death by Jack Ruby, a Dallas nightclub owner. Check this wikipedia entry for oodles of information about JFK and his life and times, and death. Who knew that Dr Who, along with his TARDIS, would outlive the whole darn lot of them? But then, he is a time lord. Love and mystery from Dr On Mars.
Hey there Last Cat lovers and other kindly souls,
Go to this NASA link (Mars mystery revealed 28 Sept 15), to read all about the latest and greatest Martian follies and funky stuff.