Sky for sale
July 6, 2003 2:44 AM Subscribe
Become a GLM (Galactic Lord and Master) Your chance to invest in an expanding market (or is it steady state now, I forget), the Universe is up for grabs!
Do you have a favourite astral body that you'd like to lay claim to?
From Newscientist - Feedback.
I take it you considered this testemonial before dismissing this off-hand:
'In A.D 1982 I was taken from this earth by the most advanced beings in our Universe. During the time that I was with them they explained what they wanted me to do, what the universe is and the role of everything within it. They also gave me ownership of countless millions of galaxies.'
That's alright then.
posted by asok at 5:38 AM on July 6, 2003
'In A.D 1982 I was taken from this earth by the most advanced beings in our Universe. During the time that I was with them they explained what they wanted me to do, what the universe is and the role of everything within it. They also gave me ownership of countless millions of galaxies.'
That's alright then.
posted by asok at 5:38 AM on July 6, 2003
No I didn't, one can't sell what he doesn't own and the aliens gave me the galaxies well before he was given some. Damn multilevel galaxy marketing.
posted by elpapacito at 7:17 AM on July 6, 2003
posted by elpapacito at 7:17 AM on July 6, 2003
I want to know, if they told him all the hard answers, why he still needs $19.95 per galaxy rather than selling the answers. Would be worth a lot more to me.
posted by billsaysthis at 8:17 PM on July 6, 2003
posted by billsaysthis at 8:17 PM on July 6, 2003
"And what do you do with these stars?"
"What do I do with them?"
"Yes."
"Nothing. I own them."
"You own the stars?"
"Yes" ...
"And what good does it dow you to own the stars?"
"It dows me the good of making me rich."
"And what good does it do you to be rich?"
"It makes it possible for me to buy more stars, if any are discovered."..
"How is it possible to own the stars?"
"To home do they belong?" the businessman retorted peevishly.
"I don't know. To nobody."
"Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it."
"Is that all that is necessary?"
"Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any one else, you take out a patent on it: it is yours. So with me: I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."
"Yes, that is true," said the little prince. "And what do you do with them?"
"I administer them," replied the businessman. "I count them and recount them. It is difficult. But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of consequence."
The little prince was still not satisfied.
"If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from the heaven..."
"No. But I can put them in the bank."
"Whatever does that mean?"
"That means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I put this paper in a drawer and lock it with a key."
"And that is all?"
"That is enough," said the businessman.
"It is entertaining," thought the little prince. "It is rather poetic. But it is of no great consequence... I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman, "which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week...It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars..."
posted by weston at 9:35 PM on July 6, 2003
"What do I do with them?"
"Yes."
"Nothing. I own them."
"You own the stars?"
"Yes" ...
"And what good does it dow you to own the stars?"
"It dows me the good of making me rich."
"And what good does it do you to be rich?"
"It makes it possible for me to buy more stars, if any are discovered."..
"How is it possible to own the stars?"
"To home do they belong?" the businessman retorted peevishly.
"I don't know. To nobody."
"Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it."
"Is that all that is necessary?"
"Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any one else, you take out a patent on it: it is yours. So with me: I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them."
"Yes, that is true," said the little prince. "And what do you do with them?"
"I administer them," replied the businessman. "I count them and recount them. It is difficult. But I am a man who is naturally interested in matters of consequence."
The little prince was still not satisfied.
"If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from the heaven..."
"No. But I can put them in the bank."
"Whatever does that mean?"
"That means that I write the number of my stars on a little paper. And then I put this paper in a drawer and lock it with a key."
"And that is all?"
"That is enough," said the businessman.
"It is entertaining," thought the little prince. "It is rather poetic. But it is of no great consequence... I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman, "which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week...It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars..."
posted by weston at 9:35 PM on July 6, 2003
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