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So what's the deal with UFO landing pads? I mean, they make perfect sense from an Earthling perspective -- but how would the aliens know about them? Like, are they listed on space travellers' road maps of the universe? Maybe with a W for Welcome Centre or a green P for Parking. (And once y...

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Published inNational post (Toronto)
Main Author Rob McKenzie and Gary Clement
Format Newspaper Article
LanguageEnglish
Published Don Mills, Ont Postmedia Network Inc 17.01.2005
Subjects
Airports
Blogs
Bush, George W
Immigration
Kuhr, Wayne
Noncitizens
Palestinian people
Royalty
Sgro, Judy
Statehood
Tsunamis
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Summary:So what's the deal with UFO landing pads? I mean, they make perfect sense from an Earthling perspective -- but how would the aliens know about them? Like, are they listed on space travellers' road maps of the universe? Maybe with a W for Welcome Centre or a green P for Parking. (And once you've opened one of those road maps of the universe, just try ever refolding it properly -- "Not again, Zontar! Why, dare I ask, is Vulpecula on the outside? You think it's going to strike fear in the Earthlings' weird four-chambered pumping units when we come out of the Mother Ship, impressively backlit, and you've got this puffy map hanging out your pocket? No, I didn't think so either.") On the inside back page was an article in which a guy interviews this "Dr. Foth" character. And this Dr. Foth, he's a real laugh, especially the part where he says what the Liberals are thinking in light of the [Kim Campbell] juggernaut: "The Liberals are in a stunned funk that despair does not come close to describe. They are realizing their choice of Chretien over Paul Martin was as goofy as is now apparent." Like Chretien could ever win an election. "OK," Mr. [Wayne Kuhr] said, "so maybe now and then I do shove opinions down your throat. But the unpredictability is part of what makes my blog so exciting. I mean, imagine you're some poor sap in Edmonton or Moose Parts or wherever, and you can punch a few keys and automatically know what the midtown Toronto cognoscenti are thinking. How neat is that?"
ISSN:1486-8008