To the stars
Bruce Willis, call your agent
E.T. failed to phone our home
End of days
Would you go if you had the chance?
Houston, we have another problem
Location, location, location
Outta this world, man
Robot craft discovers it’s no asteroid after all
Hey, why not?
An idea way too far before its time
He’s not phoning home, but maybe he could
On the sea, on the land, in the air and… in a vacuum?
Twinkle, Twinkle Distant Star
One trillion channels and nothing to listen to
Starman is still waiting in the sky
“I’m not saying it’s aliens but…”
Shoot for the stars, not the moon
A robot’s suicide.
Forget the phone. ET *go* home.
I’m not saying it’s aliens, but… it’s aliens
A terrible idea at the wrong time
Nothing to see here, move along
A life of service.
Alien, but not illegal
Plan 9 for outer space
There’s no place like home… yet
I don’t think he’s strong enough to pull a hearse
Mysteries and wonders
The truth is still way out there
This isn’t America.
The World of Tomorrow, today.
Alright, alright, alright.
The seven minutes of terror are upon us
Passing in the night
Out of the blue, into the black
“would likely cause severe and irreparable harm to a wide variety of non-parties, including those implicated in the conduct…”
Dan Rather blames Twitter.