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Thursday, January 26, 2006 Meat Google is a wonderful thing. For some reason, I was thinking about an email forward I got years ago (we're talking at least seven years here--what can I say, I remember the oddest things) with a dialogue between two aliens who were perturbed that humanity was made out of meat. "Meat. They're made out of meat." It's the only line I could remember, but I typed it into Google and it was enough. Turns out the writer of that piece is none other than Terry Bisson, who's well-known in SF circles. Voice Two: We're supposed to talk to meat. Voice One: That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing. Voice Two: They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts? Voice One: Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat. Voice Two: I thought you just told me they used radio. Voice One: They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat. Voice Two: Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise? ^ Top | 10:14 PM | | | 
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