Some, maybe all, readers of the previous entry probably thought the reference to "Plan 9 From Outer Space" silly and over the top (and no doubt it was), but this blog has been advised to check out an entry to another blog, Planet Waves (try http://planetwaves.net/). If you have Bernard Hermann's soundtrack to "The Day the Earth Stood Still" or some space music with the theremin in it, put it on. We are headed into space.
The Planet Waves web site published bits of conversation or electronic correspondence with Mary Trammell, Editor and Chief of the CSPS and a member (alas) of the Mother Church Board of Directors, and John Yemma, Editor of what is left of the Monitor. Says Ms Trammell: ". . . we've been following what we call 'The Planet Wave [business] model' for some time now, studying closely the positive, encouraging spin [pun intended ?] on their articles . . . We both look to the heavens for guidance. Also, off the record, you guys are awesome! I live for my weekly and monthly horoscopes. Did you read the Eriscope [?] for Libra this month? LOL!!!"
"The discussion/interview [with Mr. Yemma] takes place as they float rather gently in space, believing that recording the video 'closer to God' would allow their prayers to reach Him 'before anyone on Earth' . . . Spaciness is next to Godliness" Yemma concluded (much later than he should have). Net, please! Spaciness? The phrase he may have been groping for is spaced out.
My horoscope for today may say "Not all that is baloney is edible". Aha! This may explain a lot of unearthly goings-on in Back Bay. Woods, Harris, the present lot, and who knows how many others are or were Martians, though with the clarity of hindsight we can now see their disguises were always a planet or two off. That hanky panky with the Harvard Medical School was obviously just a ruse to get some help adjusting a few kinks in the Martian anatomy to Earth. Too bad it didn't seem to improve things all that much.
And the MBE Library? We thought it was just an embarrassing white elephant, while all along it was a carefully concealed Earth terminus for interplanetary travel and a hush-hush center for studies in astrological feng shui.
Maybe all this is a hoax of some kind, like Orson Welles' "The War of the Worlds" broadcast. Yes, yes, that must be it. Weird goings-on: the Phillies winning the World Series, Pluto demoted from the official list of planets, the Burger King guy with the grinning mask, Batman and Superman redux. Perspiration is now dripping from my fevered brow. There are ghostly shadows and strange rustlings just outside my window. They are here! Must sign off.