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
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.
The seven minutes of terror are upon us
“I accept the charge that I am American and Americans are instinctively grandiose because we believe in a bigger future.”