Everyone in UFOlogy should be having a lot more fun.

Instead of ridicule, it should be permissible, maybe even encouraged, for UFOlogists to seriously joke around.

I mean, we’ve got a plethora of material. Any stand-up comedian worth their salt could build an entire act around alien butt jokes.

Everyone in the UFO field, whether investigator, documentarian or both, has a sense of what we’re doing.

We are engaged in the noble cause of exposing hidden truths to the rest of the planet. Why do we do it? We all have our reasons.

As Richard Dolan says, we're "fighting the good fight."

We do this, hopefully, for the good of humanity. We believe that such enlightenment might make us a better species.

We live for this stuff. We've sacrificed picket fences and normality to become characters in our own sci-fi epic.

There’s an old story about a crocodile giving a frog a ride across a river.

After a few trips, the frog begins to trust the crocodile.

Then one day, the crocodile turns on him and has him for lunch.

The surprised frog is told, “Well, what did you expect? I’m a crocodile.”

We’re surrounded by crocodiles in the UFO field. Often, they disguise themselves as other things. This includes folks presenting as people who seem sympathetic to our cause and genuinely interested in our friendship.

So, I fell asleep with the TV on. As I return from dreamland to consciousness, I vaguely hear something in the distance about a video of a Tic Tac-shaped object coming out of the ocean or something.

Convinced I’m still dreaming, I toss and turn until the alarm goes off. I open my eyes. I grab my phone. Another Tic Tac video plays in the background.

Eggistential? Or just an egg? Chapter 1.1

Years ago, before I became (insert whatever you know me as now), I was in the T-shirt screen printing business. I used to write a column for one of the trade magazines.