By: Alien Jones, Intergalactic Correspondent
Greetings, Earth Losers! ‘Tis I, Alien Jones, here to once again shed some light on the questions that vex your dump of a planet.
No offense. I meant that in a nice way.
This week’s question comes from Connie Flanagan of the blog, “Everything Indie.” She writes:
“Bookshelf Q. Battler, how very flattered you must feel to have been selected to be the human emissary of Alien Jones and the Mighty Potentate.”
Ah, of course BQB is touched to have been selected as the chosen one by the Mighty Potentate, aren’t you BQB?
BQB: You know, I was at first, but now it’s just like, “What have these guys done for me lately?” I mean, holy crap, I have the power of space aliens behind me and my blog is still less popular than that “Peanut Butter Jelly Time” video. Back to you, AJ.
“It’s peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly…peanut butter jelly!” Wait? What? Blast! Now that infernal song is stuck in my head!
And don’t blame me for your failures, Bookshelf Q. Battler. You know you could have skipped watching Spy last night and done some writing!
BQB: It was for the blog!
Yeah yeah. It’s always for the blog, isn’t it? Anyway, Connie goes on:
My question is admittedly mundane, but it’s one I’ve been curious about for some time: As a vegetarian, I’ve become concerned that plant-life may also have intelligence and emotional lives. If so, do they resent being cultivated for human consumption and having the genetics of their offspring/offshoots altered?
Not a mundane question at all. In fact, it’s a very astute one.
Bookshelf Q. Battler! Do you recall the 2008 film The Happening by director M. Night Shyamalan?
BQB: Oh my God! So awful! I’ve been complaining about it for years! So basically, this was yet another attempt by Shyamalan to wow the audience with a twist at the end, but as usual, he just fails to recreate the success of his first film, The Sixth Sense.
What happens? Should we be concerned about SPOILERS?
BQB: You should be concerned with getting your money back if you waste your time on this piece of crap. So here’s what happens. Mark Wahlberg stars as a man protecting his family in the wake of a toxin that’s been released into the air that’s making people commit suicide. The twist at the end of the film? The toxin has been released by plants! Yes, plants! They’re tired of mankind’s mistreatment of the planet and as it turns out, they’re the culprits who have poisoned humanity.
Well, here’s the deal. The Happening isn’t just a horrible movie. It’s also a documentary of what could potentially happen to your planet one day if people don’t start taking better care of the environment.
You see, M. Night Shyamalan is in fact, a space alien. He hails from Planet Shamalama, a world once inhabited by humans until the plants got tired and released a toxin that convinced everyone to off themselves. Shyamalan was one of a select few who were able to escape in time.
(Fun side note: Otis Day and the Knights are also from the same planet. They cashed in by becoming musical performers. Their hit, “Shama Lama Ding Dong” is actually the national anthem of their homeland.)
Shamalama was once a pinnacle of technology and industry, with factories blowing smoke and churning out various products from an ever consuming populace. When the plants got tired of it, they staged a revolution.
Today, the hierarchy of ruling classes on Shamalama are as follows:
SQUASH – The Gold Class – They make all important decisions.
STRAWBERRIES – The Silver Class – They work behind the scenes to manipulate all plant and vegetable matter to carry out the bidding of the Supreme Squash.
LEGUMES – The Bronze Class – The worker bees of the planet who carry out the lesser tasks.
Rose bushes, pine cones, cucumbers, rododendrons, grass – they all have their own tasks that I won’t bother with. Suffice to say, the plants have that world running like a well oiled machine now and frankly, are doing a better job than the Shama Lama Ding Dongs ever did.
(That’s the actual name of the former residents of Shamalama.)
BQB: AJ, Attorney Donnelly just called and she says she’s too busy to fend off any potential lawsuits that might be generated by referring to M. Knight Shyamalan and Otis Day and the Knights as Shama Lama Ding Dong aliens from Planet Shamalama.
Oh, will you stop? Great Garbanax, this place has gotten less fun since that woman showed up. “You can’t say this! You can’t say that!”
You’re probably just trying to shamelessly plug your new series, “Pop Culture Mysteries.”
“Oh look at me! I’m Bookshelf Q. Battler! Five more people read one of my stories than usual so I’m ready for my payday, Hollywood!”
Get over yourself, BQB.
And besides…M. “Knight” Shyamalan. Otis Day and the “Knights.” It’s not like they’re hiding it. It’s fairly obvious that only the knights of Shamalama would have had access to escape pods when the plants took over.
Finally, Connie also writes:
Also–and please beg for tolerance from Alien Jones and the Mighty Potentate for my positing two questions rather than just one–is there anything digestible by humans that doesn’t resent being eaten and/or genetically modified?
I’m afraid not. Garbanzo beans. Wheat germ. Carrots. Rutabagas. Turnips. There literally is not one piece of food without a mind and a soul that isn’t shouting, “Ouch!” on the inside as soon as you bite into it.
But try not to let that get you down. You’ve got to eat, right?
Try to focus on string beans. Those guys are notorious a-holes and won’t be missed.
Alien Jones is the Intergalactic Correspondent for the Bookshelf Battle Blog, on a mission to raise Earth’s collective intelligence levels one question at a time. Do you have a question for the Esteemed Brainy One? Tweet it to @bookshelfbattle on Twitter, leave it in the comments on bookshelfbattle.com, or stop by Bookshelf Battle on Google Plus. If he likes your question, he might even promote your book, blog, other project in his answer.
Alien image courtesy of a shutterstock.com license.
Attorney Donnelly feels the need to reiterate that M. Knight Shyamalan and Otis Day and the Knights are not space aliens.