Some people who have got far too much time on their hands and don’t feel as if austerity measures and the Global War on Terror is enough to worry about seem to spend a lot of their waking hours wondering about aliens.
They are, not surprisingly, the same bunch that consume far too many narcotics and don’t get nearly enough sleep and are consequently in a semi permanent state of paranoia, expecting to get zapped at any moment by something with an eye in the middle of its forehead. And now thanks to the Roswell UFO Festival, they all get the opportunity to meet each other and talk cobblers.
