Space City! The neighbors moved out when they saw what species I was . . . oh well. Most species in this corner of the galaxy think it's disgusting that we eat with out mouths. I know, right? Saw the new Star Trek movie the other day, which is billed as a comedy out here. I enjoyed it, but I have to say- they have aliens all wrong. Hardly any of them are humanoids with weird hands and big silly heads. Most honestly defy description. Precambrian begins to scratch the surface, but until you've had to wear an environmentally sealed and conditioned suit to meet you supervisor, who is mostly liquid methane and sweats when you're freezing cold, you haven't met "alien." Out here, meeting a reptilian in a sea of strangers is a treat; someone from earth! I get to ask how they're shaping politics these days and we talk theocrasy over chicken strips and beer (which Reptilians invented). It''s enough to make you homesick. I'm glad Pandora brings me back to my roots with music . . . I can listen to with my ears.