Welcome to Grant's Alien World, where the secrets of the cosmos are revealed. What's that smell? It's only the Genie of Diaperitus emitting a gas commonly found near carbon life forms. Perhaps we could seed Mars with that gas; there's plenty of it, like a renewable resource; oh yes, there's the gas on Mars,now--turning the Red Planet into the Blue we know.
Let's ask the cow to help. "Hey, cow! Stop that jumpin' and help us seed Mars with methane, you know to produce our own greenhouse effect, but for good, not for harm." We'll borrow the dipper, ladle some of it onto Mars, melt those ice caps, and make a new world!
Grant's Alien World rocks! We should get that alien to come help, with his ship. "Hey, how many miles per gallon you get from that ship?" The Alien answers, through a translating Babel fish, "Gallons, you mean light years per micro-ounce, if British units are alright with you. And the answer is 1.5." "Whoa, that's cool." "Yeah, but's it's just a lease, and any light-days after 3,000,000 light years costs me $USD 0.15 per light-day. Kind of a scam."
Despite Grant's apparent restraint in Enthusiasm, many thanks to Kristi for making Grant's Alien World happen. And also thanks to Kay and Al for laying the foundational colors for Grant's Alien World; without them it would be like having a Universe without a space-time fabric, what would hold the planets in place?
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And speaking of seeing stars, welcome home Emily! You have been in our prayers for a speedy recovery, and it's good to see you back on your feet, or at least foot. You have the heart of Evel Knievel, a dare devil, but please make life a little more boring and stick to vehicles with airbags. We love you, Hot Rod.
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