Woke up this morning with two songs warring in my head: Stabbing Westward’s “I Don’t Believe” and Erasure’s “River Deep, Mountain High”. This may be the first sign that a complete mental breakdown is immanent. In the end, I think Erasure won, as I always forget how inferior a band Stabbing Westward is in comparison to other bands of their ilk. Like Gravity Kills for instance. No matter, I banished all three with Die Warzau.
You know what the worst thing about Thursdays currently is? No disc until Tuesday. It seems like such a long way away.
Did a nominal amount of work last night. I need to get started earlier than 9pm today.
One step closer to always eating the perfect steak:
FDA to review genetically engineered farm animals – Yahoo! News
I am amused by this quote:
“They are talking about pigs that are going to have mouse genes in them, and this is not going to be labeled?”
I do believe mice are edible, though a bit on the scrawny side. Besides, we’re all ATCG. If a little mice splice gives me lower fat bacon (or…something. The Consumers Union spokesperson seems to be using a purposefully ridiculous example.) what do I care?