Little Green Man from Mars

Going Green

The Little Boy Who Could

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Lunatoid

Remembering my former life on Mars is always a bummer because being a Martian was so much nicer than being an Earthling. When I was from Mars I wasn't really little and green, you know. I was salmon-colored and stood 7 feet, 4 inches tall at age 75 (Earth Years), which is thirty-something by Earth standards. Martians didn't measure age in Martian years or any other years because we Martians lived in the present. For us, every day was today and every time was now.

However, I had expected to live to be 200 or more but when I was only 75 (Earth Years) Planet X (Nibiru) passed between Earth and Mars, destroying the planet Xerxes with its powerful gravitational pull and turning it into an asteroid belt. Nibiru's gravitational wake also caused such massive eruptions in the crust of our beautiful red, green and blue planet that the hot, molten core spewed out and evaporated our seas and rivers and lakes. When the steam finally cleared, there was only a trace of salt water flowing down the massive gorges that Earthlings call "canals". But they aren't "canals". They're breaches in our planet's crust caused by the transient proximity of the 10th planet Nibiru. Holes that tapped our molten core and turned Mars into a dusty red rock.

But I'm getting off the track, as usual. Whenever I can manage to remember myself as a seven-foot-four Martian who was still twenty years away from Martian mid-life, I usually get so mad that I'm currently this little "pink" man from Earth who's barely five-foot-eight, that I temporarily blow a fuse and forget what I'm doing. Hmmm. Now I remember.

It's bad enough that I'm an Earthling shrimp now instead of a towering Martian without having to be referred to as a "little green man from Mars". That's not my idea, as you are well aware. That's a stupid misconception of mid-20th Century Earthling thinking that Hollywood and the comic books made a bundle from by perpetuating that myth for payola. Crap, I'm getting off the track again.

OK. I'm getting back on track now. Yeah, it's bad enough that the Earthling vessel in which my immortal life essence currently dwells (a human being) is trying to parlay that "little green man" myth into mucho moola so he can buy recliners and ice cream and cigars and things like that for himself. But now the little opportunist has my "mythical" image inside a freaking moon. Yeah, instead of on Mars. Yeah. Now I'm some new kind of celestial body that only a disturbed mind could create. A "lunatoid" created by an independent lunatic. What's next?

Hell, I don't know which is worse. Being misrepresented by an ambitious lunatic for the comical amusement of blog readers or having your life activity reduced to being a moron from the moon who looks like he just loves to have his picture taken. Either way, I'm certainly no magnificent seven-foot-four Martian from the past anymore. Hell, I'd just rather be the little five-foot-eight indie author S. O. B. that I really am this time around. But, hell, no one seems to be happy with that scenario. So, I guess I'll just keep playing along for now.

Playing games for money sure beats the pants off wallowing in the past for nothing.

Green TV

July at Little Green Man from Mars is dedicated to the videos made by Little Green Man. Click on the picture below for our "Green TV" special. We'd call it a "Marathon" but there are only five videos. So, there you go.

Author's Note 8-8-12: Since this post was written four videos has been added to the Little Green Man page at Junk TV. That makes nine videos in all. Still, that's no marathon, compared to Andy Griffith or I Love Lucy, if you get our drift.

Little Red Man from Earth

Earthlings are always poking fun at people from Mars. The little green man from Mars has been an object of derision ever since Hollywood started excreting cheesy B-movies in the 1950s about men from Earth blasting off to Mars in rocket ships shaped like perfecto cigars with fins.

I was just a kid slugging my way through an unwanted Appalachian childhood when I saw my first "space movie" on the Late Late Show (which used to be a wee-hour movie show and not a stupid talk show). The rocket would turn around and land on its fins and then take off again after the spacemen had aggravated the Martians to the point of murder.

Being a former Martian with a dwindling memory of that previous life, I can assure you that we Martians had our own ideas of what an Earth-devil spaceman would look like. I ran across this animated image the other day and just had to post it here because this is the perfect example of a little red man from Earth. Why does he look like he's in hell? Beats me. Did any of you Earthlings ever wonder if any little green man from Mars was happy or unhappy or well-fed or if he could carry a tune?

All right, then. There you go.

I am the "Little Green Man from Mars".

In the Earth year 1951 I was sent to the third planet from the Sun on a special "Mission to Earth". I was a dead Martian long before that, killed in the last cataclysm that decimated what was left of our beautiful red planet. You got it, I was a dead Martian and a lost soul with the rest of my immortal life on hold in Limbo, if you will, awaiting my fate.

I was reincarnated on Earth as a boy in the Appalachian Mountains of central Pennsylvania. At first, I didn't know that I'd been duped by the celestial powers-that-be. But, when I looked around at "dumb-ass hick, redneck America", I knew, at first glance, that I'd been had.