Every year there is a UFO festival in McMinnville, Oregon. McMinnville is the site of one of the only as yet non-debunked UFO photos (which makes it “bunked”?) taken by farmers Paul & Evelyn Trent in 1950, as well as being considered a cross-center for psychic activity… or something. So this year M and I went because, well, how do you not check something like that out?
For some people, the UFO festival is a chance to be ridiculous – i.e.: guy with crewman’s costume from the movie Alien, but with an Elmo doll bursting out of his chest.
For some people, the UFO festival is a chance to be very, very serious – i.e.: woman hanging around in front of the banner explaining the famous Farmer Trent picture: “mutter mutter it’s been documented but of course the government mutter mutter it goes back, way back, way way back mutter mutter mutter Egyptians part human part animal where do you think that came from mutter mutter.” Me, smiling politely: “Uh-huh.”
Green. Why green? Where did the idea that the “little green men” have to be green come from? Percentage-wise, based on the
costuming, it’s a pretty clear consensus. Although, it’s worth noting, the King and Queen of the festival were silver and red, respectively. Must be a class thing.
Genres of Star Wars costumes:
- I like Star Wars (the basics)
- “No, I am not Chewbacca. I believe, if you’ll pay attention to the forehead slope, you will see that I am obviously Tarfful the Wookie, military leader on Kashyyk, and close friend of Chewbacca.”
- Boy, that Sith lord has really let himself go…
- “Why yes, I did make this myself!”
- Sexy, sexy Star Wars
- I feel very strongly about Boba Fett. Very. Strongly.
Watching the ‘kids’ portion of the film festival can pendulum swing wildly from “what creative little darlings” to “oh, come on, I know you’re 11, but put a little effort in” pretty quickly.
Was it really necessary for the costume ball to make ‘best costume contest’ candidates dance in front of everyone? Apparently so.
Is it just me, or is Stephen Hawking getting grumpy? Everything’s a downer with him lately. We shouldn’t look for extra-terrestrial life because if they find us they’ll come wipe us out or enslave us for our resources? What a crank.
Dogs to owners: You want to dress me as an alien? Fine. I love you very much and want you to be happy. But it’s going to go better for both of us the less crap you stick on my head.
That being said, dogs dressed as aliens = awesome.
Apparently after Farmer Trent took his famous picture, he didn’t get it developed for a month because he wanted to finish the roll of film first. “Sunset. Robin. That fish that Martha caught. Rainy day. Possible interstellar craft from another world. Cousin Merle. Cousin Merle next to that fish that Martha caught. Barn…”
One guy yelling on the corner about a magnificent power that burst into his world and changed everything. Turns out it was Jesus. Buzzkill.
Aliens, if you’re reading this: hello. Please don’t assume from that UFO festival that we are implying that you are all misshapen, drunken loons. We’re not mocking you, and would love to get together. And it was Stephen Hawking who said all those mean things about you. I’m sure you can look him up. But if you are here for our resources, jokes on you – we’ve pretty much depleted or poisoned those, so ha.