It is safe to say that Algernon likes everything green. Even if it is an alien with a gaping, chomp-action mouth, no eyes, and electrical-shocking feelers. When he woke up last Tuesday, he looked out the window and saw Saturn very close to the horizon. Come to think of it, he saw a volcano, a flying popsicle, and a fish singing Joni Mitchell's Little Green. The lava, however, was as red as me.