Message in a bottle

The end-of-year challenge from New Scientist Magazine was to imagine yourself an alien just arrived on Earth. You need to send a report home, but are limited to 160 characters (I assume this to mean characters and spaces). What do you say? My message:

#3 planet: Big place, much life, little intelligence. Land masses unstable. Air poor, most water salty or frozen. Note to self: tequila cocktails after dinner?

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My billiards partner, Gordon, weighed in with this contribution:

The only digestible food (gaseous methane) you get in cubicles in a back room - if (and only if) a local happens to be there to leak some into the atmosphere.

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Got a message to send back to the home galaxy? Publish it here. Remember, messages must be exactly 160 characters and spaces.