George says "neigh" means "nay"!

Or so his staff of writers told him to say.

Speaking of which, Barry, it seems funny to see you leave a former home country because of too much ash, you being a smoker and all.

Reminds me of the time in the T-ball league when I was standing in the outfield batting flies.

This round white object with stitching rolled up to me.  People were yelling and pointing in my direction.  I wasn't sure it was some kind of hoax, like the story of a stray missile going haywire off the land of nuts and fruits, or the first hail stone of the apocalypse.

I picked up the ball, which was slimy and cold, and threw it at the kid nearest to me who was standing on second base and jumping up and down wildly.

Two days later, all the kids came down with a rare disease.  All but two of us on the team died.

Turned out the "ball" was a frozen chunk of discarded material from an experimental spy plane in the sky.

You know about those, don't you, scientific experiments so dangerous that they can only be conducted on board unregistered flights in the upper atmosphere?

That's when I decided to get out of sports and into the business of knowing other people's business.

That's when I found out about the international secret team of researchers hired to create biological agents for the protection of our planet.  Operation Funny Bone, it's called.

I'm telling you this because I assume you know about the intergalactic war.

You do, don't you?

You don't?  Then you can't see why we're hypnotising you with old TV programs in sites like xfinitytv (fancast.com), imdb, tv.com, etc.

Our species could declare war against itself again but, with the recent news that the intergalactic war has escalated, we don't have time to entertain old war generals' Earth-based chess game obsessions.

Of course, you think war is all mass gatherings of people sent to fight against one another.

You don't know what intergalactic war is like, not really.

Humour is a rare trait on this planet, limited to a few species, but in the galaxy it's the equivalent of what we call intelligence.

Battles are won and lost by who played the most sophisticated trick on the other.

Death is rare in intergalactic war.  In fact, it's a sign of poor taste if one's trick causes death.

How are you preparing your children for our species to "grow up" and participate in a galaxy-sized war of intelligence?

We can keep flinging bodies at each other here.  The rest of the galaxy is not interested in what takes place on individual planets so they won't stop us.

OR we can revamp our education system to show our children that something bigger than ourselves needs our attention.

I don't have children so I'm not going to preach to you and tell you what to do.  I'm just this ol' guy who likes to raise his blood pressure and yell when my team on the simulated battlefield is giving up ground and points to the enemy.

But I also like to cultivate my sense of humour because my sights are set on galaxy-sized goals.

What about you?