We hear the voices today of those who oppose tinkered tomatoes and Dolly the Sheep as morally wrong, as Frankensteinian hubris.
They are working on killer tomatoes as we speak, and they will someday attack. Killer sheep too: I know, I saw them on Monty Python years ago, and we all know those guys were clairvoyant.
You're a scientist, you must be involved. All of you are. The New World Order is behind it. In a few short years, anybody who uses the wrong words in an e-mail will be dragged away by a neo-Gestapo of tomatoes and sheep.
On the other hand, mutton goes well with salsi pomodori.
Saturday morning, stranded in the big city while Toyota tinkers with the truck. Nothing severe; pre-trip checkup before a scheduled Easter run up into the tribal lands, where breakdown is thought to be undesirable. They replaced an oil seal and apparently did a bad job, it was leaking. So they'll do it again, all apologies, no charge, gave me a rather ridiculous heap to drive around in the interim. Bit of a night last night, ran up some old friends and crawled through the scene as if we were still young sprats. Good fun. Next time I'll be sure to bring the truck in on a Friday, and pay the guy to hold it overnight.
Just realized that the SI spellchecker doesn't recognize "e-mail". Strange. |
