That is if I can clone myself, like they did in that old Michael Keaton movie that I can't remember the name of at the moment. All I know is I'd be a happy camper if I could have at least a half a dozen work horse me's, one me for the bf, one me to write, one me to film, one Buddha-esque me to keep the other me's relaxed and at one with the universe and then I could chill on the beach and travel the world at my leisure. But alas, there is only one me and frankly that is probably enough for the world at large.
Cloning is not cool, however, on my dinner plate. Just sayin'...
I'm sure everyone's heard by now that the FDA has now approved cloned meat. My primary issue with it is that, as a consumer, I feel I have a right to know what I'm eating - I mean who the hell knows what's going to come of all this twenty years from now. I'd rather not be a guinea pig. What about you? I'm messing with the new polling feature - it's at the top of the page. Place your vote!
Off to bed... sweet dreams.
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