Humans have been looking for signs of alien life since like forever. We've evolved into calling it "intelligent life." We imagine what it would look, sound like, and feel like. In the movies our poor, rural galaxy cousins usually look a lot like us, and speak better English than we do. But, sometimes, like car keys or sunglasses, we're just looking in the wrong place. Sofa cushions.
It was under the sofa cushions! I don't know what to call it but Jamie Guggino calls it Awkwardist text and here it is for hours and days and eons of your enjoyment, pleasure, and bafflement. Stop judging.
Jamie's St. Ætheldrytha's weaker (?) blog is brimming with years of...years of, uh... Well, if you figure it out, send me a note because I have no damn idea (and I know him).
Here's an obligatory post sample:
scarer of finite Lozenges™
th cheating Dystrophes of the Child wren. stay away w/ me, Miss Puaymó.
Yes, th Smaftil saga, it enriches us — THIS IS TH RRAST parety • i grip Prapacity at an alarming rate, who wouldn't? Choven clarity for cofounders Alike!!
Yep. Careful them gardwitz!