ep09 - the eye of the telescope, and a letter

Yeah, you heard that right, a letter.

Now, at first I got excited.

I mean, I haven't received letters in a long time, so I thought, "Who is it from? Who, who can this be?" You know? I, I was excited.

I felt like a tiny alien entity on the morning of a solar flare radiation celebration.

[chuckles] But then I had another thought, you know, because who in the "Hello there, good sir" delivered it? Do you know what I mean? Like, last time I checked, which, okay, was never, I mean...

[scoffs] But yeah, I, I mean, I don't think there is a post office around these parts.

Also, there, there were no tracks leading up to the facility and, you know, would a helicopter have delivered it? [scoffs] Get out of here, you know? In this blizzard? No way.

Anyways, reality was that I had gotten a letter wherever it came from and whoever it came from and however it came here, you know? So I went into the common room, I sat down in my favorite chair, and I opened the bad boy up.

Now, unfortunately, I don't speak German, so I, I called Ingrid, asked her to translate the letter for me, which she very kindly did.

You know, I owe her a paint job or something, but, you know, she always helps me out without ever asking for anything.

She's the best.

Anyways, I, I read the translated version of the letter as soon as she was finished, and it said, "To whom it may concern," the translated letter began.

Then it continued by saying, "And if it is none of your concern, don't be concerned.

I hereby grant you concern." Strange stuff, but the handwriting was impeccable.

Ten out of ten, like a letter from the Renaissance.

Yeah, but anyways, it continued.

The letter continued.

Uh, the, the next thing it said was, "My name is Tomas Grind." At this point, I let go of the letter along with my jaw.

[chuckles] I think it was a fear response.

So I picked myself up, then the letter, then my jaw, and I asked Ingrid for another cup of coffee before I read the letter.

And the letter said... [paper rustling] Let me just read it to you.

It's easier.

[chuckles] "My name is Tomas A.

Grind, title: Professor of Crystalline Stellar Particles and Overseer of the Deep Earth Anomaly Department.

I write to you this epistle..." Not sure what that is, but, "I write to you this epistle not only as a means to make acquaintance, but in regards to the matter at hand concerning the stellar body currently en route to our very coordinates.