Monday, July 08, 2013
World UFO Day Celebrations!
Today is the 66th anniversary of the famous
(or infamous) Roswell UFO Crash of 1947. This day is recognized as World UFO
Day by many ufology adherents.
On World UFO Day, UFO buffs have fond memories of waking
up to the wafting odor of traditional Simonton Flapjacks cooked by their
mothers for a hearty breakfast, and after gobbling them down hungrily, washing them
down with a cold glass of Tang.
Then it’s off to the fairgrounds where carnies have set
up space coasters and spinning saucer rides. Mylar balloons are sought after by
youngsters and whack-an-alien and other games of skill are challenged by
teenagers, eager to show off to their friends. Temporary tattoos of ornate crop
formations are often applied to all and sundry, their amazing spirals and
curlicues carefully mimicking those that mysteriously appeared overnight in the
fields just outside the town. The scent of lavender imported from French saucer
nests drifts across the pastoral scene.
And oh! The games and frivolity! It’s fun to watch
members of the UFO community dress like historical figures such as “Philip
Klass” and watch “him” eat “humble pie” and other delicacies. The lucky person
costumed as “Allen Hynek” gets to smoke the scared pipe of honor, and the “George
Adamski” flips burgers at lunchtime. Mock battles erupt between groups of
children dressed as “greys” and “reptilians,” although recently it has been
trendy for “blondes” to intervene as well! Later, the unfortunate person
dressed as the “scapegoat,” “Edward Condon” has to stand inside rings of fairy
mushrooms and endure getting pelted by eggs, and other indignities. And every
year, disappointingly, there are some muggles who play an embarrassing game of
Frisbee. How drole!
Across the way, hucksters sell their wares from booths
set up along aisles positioned perfectly as the “Nasca Lines.” One can buy star
maps showing the way to Zeta Reticuli, “real” Maury Island slag, tiny ceramic
alien implants and “NSA-proof” tinfoil hats.
By late afternoon, it’s time for a feast featuring―what
else?―beef from mutilated cows, fresh from Snippy Ranch. The colorful costumes
of Unarians are delightful to view as they march around the dining area chanting
before supper. For dinner, there’s bread made from wheat picked from inside
crop circles, corn from British corn circles and mushrooms from the fairy
rings.
After dinner, when the dishes are washed and put away, and
the Sun has set, everyone goes outside to send up Chinese paper lanterns so
that others can report UFOs and get shot down in flames. What a charming
spectacle!
But the most memorable part of this day occurs late in the
evening, when families go home and get settled in for the night. They all
gather around the Socorro bush decorated with brightly-colored angel hair, and the
children listen intently as an elder reads from “It Was The Day After Roswell,”
a fanciful classic of ufological literature. Its pages contain such memorable
verses as: “On Oberg! On Randles! On Hopkins and Randi! On Friedman! On Meier!
On Bell and Rutkowski! From the rooftops they clattered, their voices celestial:
‘Come visit us, please, thou extraterrestrial!’”
Then, just before bedtime, the entire household joins to
sing Roswell carols such as: “O Little Town of Rendelsham,” “What Hybrid is This?”
and the kids’ favorite: “I Saw Mommy Getting Abducted.”
So today, spend some time with your loved ones and share
this day with them. Gaze upward into the night sky and make a wish on the first
NOSS satellite that you see.
Happy World UFO Day to you and yours!
Labels: UFO Day Roswell Humor
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