Many have pondered the reception of the steady stream of e-m message bottles we’ve been casting into the cosmic lagoon for a century or so. What are the aliens making of The Honeymooners, The Brady Bunch, the numbers stations, That 70s Show? Are they amused? perplexed? outraged?
The best, I suppose that we can hope for is that they might find some sense of aesthetic beauty in the radiation pouring off our planet–as we get from the flash of a lampyrid; a solar glint off the gorget of hummingbird or the belly of lizard. Beautiful and stripped of meaning.
The worst is that they might eventually swing by and try to clean up the stain.
All of which is a silly way to try to direct you to one of the best blog posts that I have read in ages.