Re. the thread title, that 'saying' I understand, means, "This thing ain't got to do with that thing, they are two seperate things." < I know, sounds like 'Sopranos'-speak).
I had just come across a link via the coasttocoastam website, of all places. It's Ufologist Kevin Randle's blog describing apparently hostile behaviour on the part of Robert Salas.
At the Roswell festival. (Thats not very festive!)
http://kevinrandle.blogspot.com/2011/07/roswell-festival.html
Over their bookselling turfs. (Boyz in the Ufo hood!)
In the wake of the Imbrogno shockers, I took my mind off Ufologists, and remembered back to a starry summer night in 1979. Me and a gal friend were sitting outside skywatching, across the street from her house in a large darkened sporting field on some bleecher benches, with a boombox and disco cassettes. Suddenly, from the West going east, was this formation of ......I don't know. Round things. The size of about a penny at arm's length, in a straight line, side by side, totally silent, about 7 of them, each a dim orange, like cooling heated steel, with a fluttering around their paremiters.
I know what they WEREN''T! They weren't Ufologists or Ufo books.
This 'phenomenon' is not Ufology, and Ufology is not this phenomenon. Apples and Oranges. I've decided, that if every Ufology participant bails, each one for his own reason, something flies over head, looking down at it, seperate from it.
I had just come across a link via the coasttocoastam website, of all places. It's Ufologist Kevin Randle's blog describing apparently hostile behaviour on the part of Robert Salas.
At the Roswell festival. (Thats not very festive!)
http://kevinrandle.blogspot.com/2011/07/roswell-festival.html
Over their bookselling turfs. (Boyz in the Ufo hood!)
In the wake of the Imbrogno shockers, I took my mind off Ufologists, and remembered back to a starry summer night in 1979. Me and a gal friend were sitting outside skywatching, across the street from her house in a large darkened sporting field on some bleecher benches, with a boombox and disco cassettes. Suddenly, from the West going east, was this formation of ......I don't know. Round things. The size of about a penny at arm's length, in a straight line, side by side, totally silent, about 7 of them, each a dim orange, like cooling heated steel, with a fluttering around their paremiters.
I know what they WEREN''T! They weren't Ufologists or Ufo books.
This 'phenomenon' is not Ufology, and Ufology is not this phenomenon. Apples and Oranges. I've decided, that if every Ufology participant bails, each one for his own reason, something flies over head, looking down at it, seperate from it.