Clearly.

[opabinia]

An alien race, from a very wet planet that sucks, is changing Massachusetts so they can live here.

Comments

[apogeeperigee.livejournal.com]

SLUG PEOPLE!

[milkgonebad.livejournal.com]

Crab people?

[morbidiqua.livejournal.com]

I second this!

They seem to also be aiming for NYC.

[jedi.livejournal.com]

I, for one, welcome our new wet alien overlords.

i hope its cthulhu

[vinyl-raven.livejournal.com]

[sephardic.livejournal.com]

Isn't it obvious who is responsible?

http://www.urbancartography.com/images/2008/12/03/welcome_new_squid_overlords.jpg

They're aqua-forming the planet.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

It's interesting to see how we might be pushing natural selection to favor wild animals we dislike or cannot eat, like dogfish and Ammonia-rich deep sea squids.

[sirendipity.livejournal.com]

... Or are they really from Seattle?

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

Well, then they'd be mellower than Bostonians, at least.

[pat-man-ta.livejournal.com]

time to stock up on rock salt.

[dosboof.livejournal.com]

I'll have to ask the four guys on horses that just came out of the sky here in Framingham if they're with the aliens.

[mesatchornug.livejournal.com]

i love your icon! mind if i gank it?

[dosboof.livejournal.com]

Sure, no problem.

[sirendipity.livejournal.com]

Ha!

Seriously! (I'm in Fram, too, and have been making similar remarks about Armageddon.)

[spitcurl.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking we need to sacrifice more celebrities to the aliens, so they will take their rain elsewhere. That is what LA is doing, and it seems to be working for them...

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

Get some magic sunglasses.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

"I've got one that can see."

[panzerkunst.livejournal.com]

The mosquitoes will feast on us all.

[znuh.livejournal.com]

Totally makes me think of Ray Bradbury's short story, 'The Long Rain':

The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes. It shrank men's hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped.

An officer and three of his men initially survive a crash-landing on the planet Venus, here rendered as a world of perpetual rain, always at dusk. The men traverse the white and black jungle in search of a "Sun Dome" — a yellow house, warm, dry, round and bright as the sun, maintained by a small floating free globe that serves as an artificial star. The ill-fated explorers eventually succumb to the tortures of the unending downpour and the harsh terrain, losing both their sanity and their lives along the way. Only one of them ultimately survives to find sanctuary in one of the Sun Domes.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

I did feel a sliver less sane this morning, upon opening the front door to yet another full-on downpour.

The Bradbury story sounds good. I'll find a copy. (No spoilers next time!)