Breaking the silence

All right, all right, sorry it has been over a week since I've posted, but come on, I've only seen everything I've worked for the past several years almost entirely wiped out. Maybe I'm a little depressed. You get depressed, your dogs and cats depressed, you don't think an alien can get depressed? If we were a human organization, we'd be bracing for layoffs about now. But we're not. On the other hand, we have airlocks.

Attention, Ottawa

My superiors may be about to shut down this blog because they don't know how to reach humans, and this blog proves it. But someone in Ottawa continues to check in more than anyone else. We appreciate the attention, though we despair that humans really don't care. We'll (probably not me personally, but your blood is exciting, so I can't swear) take it out of your hides. And no, that's not a euphamism.

Stinkin' Jared

Could be another reason no one finds the blog here is you can't find it on technorati. Even a search for "alienoverlords" takes you to a been-abandoned-for-two-years blog by some slacker named Jared. Asshole.

A voice in the wilderness

At this rate, very few humans will be emotionally prepared for our takeover of your planet come October. The problem with using a blog to spread the word is blogs become popular by word of mouth, and we Steev do not use our mouths for speech. We communicate mostly by telepathy, which is faster. It also enforces a steely mental discipline because when you have a naughty thought about a co-worker, he/she instantly knows and either he/she mentally slaps you or else confirms similar feelings and you slip off to have sex, and in either case your mate instantly knows about your thought and your co-worker's reaction and then you're in for hell when you get home. Anyway, if the blog doesn't pick up traction we are developing a concept for a short-run reality series, "Your New Life As An Alien Slave," for Fox.