dog trainer to the stars
I leave the TV in my office on with the sound off. The Armed Forces Network News channel rotates through CNN, FOX, MSNBC and so on. It's sort of like an electric fish bowl, only with oil spills, Chilean miners and elections. Sometimes sound is unnecessary to impart meaning; sometimes the sound wouldn't help. At this very moment, humanity's TV broadcasts are radiating into space at the speed of light. Somewhere, in the vastness of the universe, there must be intelligent beings on other planets. It's beginning to dawn on me why they haven't contacted us.