Last thing I watched was some documentary about some fraudster ventriloquist who is selling strips of land on the moon as he's 'claimed it'. Apparently there's no legal prohibition on him doing this, in which case I claim the rest of entire universe. Anyone want to buy a galaxy off me?
Actually the film was about people who'd bought some Moon at £20 an acre ( about $40) for which they recieved a certificate that looked, well...not very legal anyway. Some guy had 22 strips! At first there was the amusement factor that kept me watching but a kind of horror crept in that a good chunk of these buyers were single men with a few funny ideas in their heads who were filling their lives with distractions that further pushed them away from what's laughably considered mainstream. Um... it's hard to describe what I'm getting at but a shiver really went down my spine. Sometimes life is just unbearably sad.
More cheerily, one of the moon's new owners was a fellow from round my way (Denton)who has his own private space program called STARCHASER. I've actually seen his rocket and it's pretty impressive. Hmmm that sentence was ill-judged. Anyway he's cool, he regarded the whole Moon-for-sale thing as a big joke. It's a little bit offensive as well though, isn't it?
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