i love nelson

no. i really do. and it irritates me when people (foreign people especially ... but all people actually) wear him on their clothing or all over their material merchandise. he is not not a commodity.

quote of the day by ryan the american 'so the one time i dressed like a goth for halloween & people kept asking if i was a stockbroker"

currently reading :

extremely loud and incredibly close

by Jonathan Safran Foer

ryan the american, for those of you who do not know him, is a perfect aryan ... blonde blonde hair, blue eyes, the most perfect teeth i have ever seen and the preppiest guy i think on the face of the planet (all WASPy) and even just trying to bring up a mental picture of him as a goth is too much for me.

but what did you wear to make yourself all gothy, ryan? i asked

well it was double fine knit cashmere... but it was black, sarah!

hee hee

the story of sarah and the boremag and the house full of ammunition that burst into flames

3 things before we begin this tale

# 1 - apologies for all of you who have heard this story before. public demand is so great that i feel i simply must give them what they want.
# 2 - for those of you who don't know - the boremag is this afrikaans terroristy type group who, obviously, base themselves on an apartheid type racism (if anyone is an expert on what they do ... please comment and tell us all. i actually dont know much. apart from the fact that they're a little scary and roll their 'r' s a lot)
# 3 - the neighbourhood i lived in at this time was lovely! it was a cul-de-sac and filled with retired people and young families and people who sang musical theatre.

the day started like many others. and then it became night. for the night is when this story really begins. it was a summer night in december. and not a mouse was stirring. except for the active terrorists living next door. when all of a sudden ! GASP! what is that sudden bang?! and my gran is shaking me 'sarah sarah!' she yells, 'sarah someone's house is on fire! it could be ours!' i awake and shove on my furry pink monster slippers and run out the door. sure enough, flames are pulsing over the garage roof... using my supernatural senses and my terrible eyesight i gather that the fire is coming from next door! hear the fire truck beee baaa bee baaaing down some road somewhere, see my grandfather struggling down the garden with our watering hose, not that its attached to a tap or anything ... maybe he wanted to beat the flames down with the thin plastic pipe? run, plug it into the nearby faucet. still no fire engine. can hear the damned thing. the whole neighbourhood is standing on the side of the road. pause, take a minute to look at everbody's night time apparel. its funny. old mrs bosch from number 22 is in some lacy number. he he. turn to survey the damage - its only the garage on fire ... both cars engulfed from the inside, they suddenly collapse as their tyres burst. the fire fighters eventually arrive, they fight the fire. they win. its an anticlimax of sorts. i speak with the fire men. they enter my house. we drink coffee. eat mince pies. they offer me a ride on the fire truck on christmas day, i accept.

the next morning, i go and look at the damage. there are police everywhere! and they are tying yellow 'CRIME SCENE ... DO NOT CROSS...' tape around the house. i think it's pretty cool. i steal some. a police man approaches. i look guilty. i he asks me if i was present last night. i say yes with a no - i - did - not - start - the - fire - if - that's - what - you're - asking look on my face. he's obviously a rookie cop because he then proceeds to spill the entire story to me. turns out the nice old couple next door worked for the boremag as a weapon's storage facility and they had a bunch of bullets and guns and stuff stored in the garage and something had happened and the small little fire (a cigaratte smouldering? friction?) caused the entire arsenal to explode. the trees surrounding the house - where we'd all been standing the night before - were riddled with bullets that had shot out of the garage during the fire. it was a miracle nobody had been hurt. the old people were missing.

and in answer to the question you're all going to ask me -
no, i never did get to ride on that fire engine ....

"what are you - a mercenary? no ... i'm an accountant"

currently listening to :

nerina pallot fires

and so follows the continuation of 'weird weekends in the life of sarah'

hmmmm. who knows what i did in a previous life. it couldn't have been awful because i don't have cars falling on my head or anything, but i think i went and pissed somebody off because these little niggly weird-ooooo things occur. i wish to take this opportunity to whichever powerful entity i peeved off (because he/she/it will obviously be privvy to constant internet access) and i ask that my life from here on out be easy sailing. thank you.

so the first thing i need to get off my chest is - do i have a face that says 'hello stranger that i have never ever seen in my entire life, yes! please tell me a truly depressing story for about half an hour! because i do indeed care!' ? because i dont. care, that is. sounds AWFUL, i know, but in context, it's getting ridiculous! a while ago, a woman came into our store (hmmmm.... i'm starting to see a link between work and weird days.... damn the fact that i need money to buy things that i actually really don't need!) and said (literally, this is all she said), "geez! sometimes you have to work with such idiots!" and i was like, 'you're telling me, sister!" (no, not really, but it's something i would have said if i said things like, 'sister') and then she came back about 3 months later and said , "excuse me Sarah (!! i do NOT wear a namebadge!) but thank you for your advice (!!) a few weeks ago. i appreciate all you told me to do. and i just wanted to let you know that you need to be careful (conspiratorial whisper) because people talk and everyone needs to be careful of what they say about others. i thank you. so much." yes. ahem i wish i knew what i did.

on saturday a woman came to buy a book (for that is what book stores sell - side gripe - i HATE it when people come into the store and say 'hi! i'm looking for a book' ... great start, tonto! have a pick from our million or odd options) and tom and i were singing our hearts out to the beatles and she looked at us disdainfully and said 'there is no such thing as love in this world' ... so tom and i said, 'that's ridiculous. there's love everywhere!' and she launched into this tale about how her mother stole her last two friends on earth - how her mother had never complimented her in her entire life and her main purpose in life is to destroy her daughter's happiness ... for about 20 minutes. Thomas, the BUGGER, ran away and left me alone to deal with it. i felt so terrible for this woman, but for some reason i couldn't help but feel like i was going to burst into laughter - the last laughing attack i had was during an easter vigil mass ... the nuns all glared at me. so there i was, biting the inside of my lips to keep myself from giggling, tears streaming out of my eyes because of the effort, when tom decided to send guillaume (the lovely manager from the restuarant next door) to save me. only, gui stood behind this woman, canning himself silly (later he told me he was going to say 'excuse me, but where can i find the tale of humpty dumpty?' which undoubtedly would have KILLED me) eventually the phone rang and the woman sighed and said 'you'd better get that i suppose. but nobody will be phoning me. i am now facing a 3 day weekend with absolutely nobody. i have no one' and i felt terrible. i can't imagine an empty life. so i would like to thank all my friends. and i would also like to implore to anyone reading this - booksellers are not psychologists. go book a hair appointment.

then yesterday (yay public holidays!) i was reading the newspaper and sneering at how stupid i think jacob zuma is, when this man appeared at the counter and said - we need to get rid of him. and i said yes. and he said we need to do it now. and i said oh, are you a mercenary? and he lowered his voice yet another conspiratorial whisper and said no, but i am an accountant and i love peace...you love peace too, right? riiiiiiight. he then placed his finger on his lips and walked away. and i wonder - have i just agreed to do something? i'm confused.

the man-who-gave-me-the-cd- last-week, came into our store 4 times yesterday. each time he came in, looked at the magazines. each time, i'm afraid to say, i ran away and hid in the back office kitchentte, and each time, he strode out of the store only to return 10 minutes later. i made my brother (my 6 ft 5 triathlon winning brother) come fetch me. sigh. the curse of a scaredy cat.

it's been real, cyber people

ps and yes this time i do have something to say

ps # 1 - i now have a favourite ever comment conversation - it's on my friend-who-i've-never-met-but-consider-him-a-friend-i-might-even-leave-him-something-in-my-will-if-he's-lucky travis' blog.

check it out https://beta.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23663155&postID=2808869484528960924

and if you need any encouragement - some of it is written in afrikaans! there, that should have you hooked!

ps # 2 woe is me. i stepped... more like leaped off the couch and straight onto one of those plastic stoppers from water jugs and the thick plastic lodged itself into the arch of my foot and stuck there and i yanked it out and then bled all over the cottage.

yes, you had to know that.

there is nothing i like more than speaking in acronyms

i am indonesia!

in tomorrow's model UN debate, shaks and i were thrown a last minute invite to represent indonesia (we were originally only allowed to participate in next week's inter-varsity because my post as academic director kinda disqualified me). so i am doing some last minute research for my speech. it's not like i've ever done research before the night before anything anyway, but its the whole mental preparation thing i'm lacking.

anyhoo - i get to throw in some wicked abbreviations - ASEAN, G4, G20, G33, OCED, PRSPs, DDP. AFTA, COMESA, ICITO, MERCOSUR and even though i need to google some of them to see what they mean, they make me feel very intellectual

and that's all that counts

ps - hmmmm.... i had a ps to put in but now i can't remember what it was... oh well

i am super psycho ... um i mean psychic

sometimes i have these amazing moments of psychic ability! ;)

a while ago ... i think at the end of 2nd year and well into 3rd year. we used to freqent the alcove under the trees next to the library. we used to spend all our 'we should be in class right now but are waaaay too lazy to move' time there. and there was this guy (there always is, isn't there?) who used to walk past round about the same time every day, in a suit. and we were fascinated by him. and so i, tired of calling him 'The Suit Dude' randomly called him "Simon" (you need to do the " movement with your fingers when you say"Simon") and then at the beginning of this year, he came into my store during one of my night shifts and i chatted to him and his name was... you guessed it ... SIMON (notice the lack of "). which is uber uber embarrassing because we used to yell out "Howdy "Simon" " when he walked past ... we thought we were being inconspicuous!

anyhoo - about 4 days ago i (once again completely randomly) labelled Omnipresent Boy # 2"Oliver" and last night shaks smsed me and said 'Oliver came to get his book' and it turns out that's his real name! you have got to be kidding me!

for crying in a bucket! taking this show on the road, folks!





this is rock / paper / scissors! (aka ching / chong / cha) but seemingly on steroids!

wicked!

i think i might be allergic to responsibility

my gran , who is a little crazy, thinks i am allergic to my cat. i'm not. i've never been. she says the reason i am suddenly so tired and that my 'hair and eyes have lost their sparkle' (um thanks for the props gran) is because of my cat. i have had this cat for years! the reason i'm exhausted and supposedly sparkle-less is because of a little inconvenience i like to call responsibility.

inconvenience?? hahahahahah. what i meant to say, was curse.

i have to go teach my little ones now and its only for 45 minutes and i made a worksheet so that i didnt have to try hard to make an exciting debate occur amongst a bunch of almost dead, hormonal 18 year olds, but i just feel like going and sleeping in a bush. and then i have work tonight while the rest of the tutors eat sushi .... weep weep. i'm not saying i never have fun... believe me... most of my life is fantastical... i'm just feeling it today. i want sushi too ;) and i'll probably perk up in half an hour when the vitamins my gran makes me take kick in...

have no idea who said it - but i agree 100% ... 'you cant avoid growing up, but you can avoid becoming any more mature than you have to'

ps. kudos to the awesome luke (http://thelifeofa20something.blogspot.com/) for the photo! he even taught me how to upload it properly so now i feel all technologically impressive.

Quote of the day by shaks : all boys need a girlfriend that isn't their sister

i tell you! i have odd weekends!

has anyone ever seen somebody somwhere and then all of a sudden, that person is everywhere? when we were at fuel cafe last friday... or was it thursday? ... anyhoo, there was a guy who i remember seeing around campus a while back. and then about 2 days later, i saw him walking around a mall. and then 2 days later we saw each other coming out of the postgrad department on campus. and then yesterday he came into my book store to find out about a book he ordered. and so shaks and i call him omnipresent boy # 2 (omnipresent boy #1 is actually OB # 1a and OB # 1b because it turned out he was omnipresent because there were two guys who looked exactly the same.) and he can't think i'm stalking him because he came to my place of employment... right... right?!?!? it bugs me when people might get the very wrong assumption that i'm a stalker or something. it's just plain wrong!

And then yesterday i had a shakti psycho-johnny moment. you see, a little while back, there was this dude called johnny who was in love with shaks. he came from the DRC and he wanted shakti to marry him. no. seriously ... he gave her stuff including a plastic rose (wrapped up in pretty paper), a half drunk bottle of Danau juice and a card, that when opened, played a creeeepy version of Fur Elise. inside this card were some pieces of paper that said "i kiss you, i marry you" and "i love you, i marry you" written all over them.) in the card he had written something along the lines of how he was from the Congo and has a lovely family there and how he travelled everywhere on public transportation to see her. it was sooooo funny! ;) and equally as creepy-ass, but still hysterical

not so much yesterday. mine wasn't as bad as poor old shaks, she takes the cake, but it was still weird! so some dude (you know the type : big, bald, angry looking, probably about 40/45) comes up to me and i (being the brilliant custome service person i am) smile winningly and say "can i help you, Sir?" and so he says, "Are you married?" so i say, "ummmm... no" because i'm not and he said , "good. then this is for you." and hands me a gift wrapped package (yellow rose gift wrap) and says "a present for a pretty lady". so i wait for tommy to finish helping his customer and i make him take me to the back of the store (into the office) and tell him the story and he CANS for like 10 minutes and i make him open it. and it was ... ok for you who know me, you'll get the irony of this... a copy of the freshly ground cd. i hate freshly ground. no, really. they grate me. so tommy and i rolled around on the floor for a little while.

so now - what do i do? shaks and tom think i should give it back, but how do you do that? like if it was like a diamond or something, i understand. and i would feel soooo rude. but on the other hand, he did pay 100 bucks for it and i wouldn't want him to think that by accepting it i'm accepting other stuff too ... help! all you wise people out there!

screw "the end is neigh" ... the end is right now!

yayayayayayayayayay yay yay!

so eventually i am finished with my genocide thesis / dissertation thingy and it has been handed in and i have a huuuuuge weight lifted off my shoulders. no more sleepless nights. no more doing admin. no more scary - schizo - weird-ass supervisor! no more. ahhhhhhhhh... life is good!

and, yes i know i know, i have a gazillion things still to do (essays for class, tutorials to prepare for etc) but i can tick one more thing off my list (and i love it when i can do that because it's such a seldom occurance. usually i put stuff i've already done on my list just so i can tick it off and feel all accomplished)

so to all of you in my Hons class - go us!- and to all of you who are still writing (my biological AP&ES buds) if i can do it, then shucks, there's hope for everyone! so let me know if i can help you with anything (except for stats ... insert blank look ... i know nothing).

shmush of shakespeare and frigging pink ipods

Tom, Keval, Laura, Vanny and i went to see Hamlet last night at the Civic in Jo'burg. 'twas put on by the SABT and it was wonderfully wonderful!

my main problem was that it's been yonks since i last read hamlet ... absolute frigging ages and so i kept thinking random thoughts like "when are the witches getting here?" (hahahah go macbeth!) but luckily we had the ever intellectual Laura and Kev to whisper stuff to us.

it was a lovely lovely ballet! as annabel (yo sup Raw?) pointed out to me and i agree with completely - it was nice to have such a masuline ballet. usually a la the nutcracker / swan lake, it's all feminine with lots of prancing and twirling, which is beautiful and i wish wish wish i could do without injuring myself and/or someone else, but quite often the guys are neglected a little. not in hamlet - and it is so beautiful to see these guys suspend themselves in the air and leap and bound about. its so skillful.

Quote of the day by some french dude in some new will farrell movie : "so you have a country that gave us george bush. and a country that gave us the menage a trois ... game over."

i'm all irrit. i say for like a year 'i want a pink ipod' and people would shoot me down 'sarah there's no such thing just get one and buy a pink cover' and so eventually, like 3 weeks ago (!) i relent and buy one (and by buy one, i mean guilt uncle pete into buying me one) and what do they release in the states today?? a frigging pink frigging ipod. i should sue. grande feo travestido.

Quote of the day by vanny :"i wear less and less every night and get hotter and hotter"

summer ... sigh... summer is here. officially it's spring, but south africa, as we know, has no such thing as autumn and spring... it's just wham bam summer/winter

i miss winter

sigh

P.S. to all of you who told me otherwise, Smirk Pants is not not not blonde. he is sitting opposite me. i can see. so bite me

nothing much, but procrastination

Shaks found an awesome book the other day - which has 100 great works of literature written in haiku (by David M Bader)

Vladimir Nabokov - Lolita

Lecherous linguist –
he lays low and is laid low
after laying Lo.

(this one we dedicate to the cute, but slightly older man who frequents our book store ... he he he)

Geoffrey Chaucer - The Canterbury Tales

Pilgrimmes on spryng braecke –
roadde trippe! Whoe farrtted? Yiuw didde.
Noe, naught meae. Yaes, yiuw.

and this one reminds me of that lovely 3 hour english 2 exam i wrote, translating Chaucer into 'english'... at the time i wanted to hit myself over the head with a sledge hammer.

my meeting with my supervisor was a disaster. but i think i'm fixing it...hold thumbs again!

one mans terrorist ...

these are the designs for the new nyc twin towers. they're pretty and all that jazz, but the pessimist in me thinks they'll just become a landmark target for terrorist attacks... blow 'em up - replace 'em - blow 'em up etc etc like a sick bomb & architecture cycle




it's the anniversary of 9/11 and as much as i don't want to jump on the weepy commemorative bandwagon, i do have some things to say. been teaching my little ones about terrorism in our classes - they all have some pretty extreme views on it. i think the one thing about teaching first years is that (most of) their ideas and perceptions are so simple and untainted by the gazillions of readings and theory that they have yet to do. i get what they say about the fact that we need to, if not accept terrorist activity, accept the fact that fighting oppression is something that we cannot place a nationality on. during apartheid, the anc ( & especially the pac) were perceived terrorists... what's to say, that with the added benefit of hindsight, that governments that the media portrays as 'terrorists' arent simply the nelson mandelas of 2006? simplistic, i know, but i can understand and appreciate the idealism of it.

i watched the exorcism of emily rose last night at vanny's house ... i have NEVER been more frightened than i was last night. i am one of those people who have nightmares after watching shark documentaries on the National Geographic Channel and i thought i should try raise my scaredy cat-ness bar a little higher. i don't think it worked. i am still freaked out and it's about ten AM and its all bright and sunny outside. brrrrr.

On another note - i am losing my mind. i wore two completely different shoes to work on saturday. it was so embarrassing. i have absolutely no idea how it happened, i just think i am working in a different time zone to my brain and i really hope mind & body collide again soon because its getting a little difficult! ;)

i'm going to go do some work now... i have a meeting at 16h00 with my honours supervisor who is scary and potentially schizo ... wish me luck... if you haven't heard from me in a couple of days, assume the worst... my will is in my room and maire, you know you have to throw away my high school diaries before anybody in my family reads their embarrassing contents.


to my horror, i realised i have never put up a photo of dearest shakti ... this is one from our obviously very productive days @ work ... shaks , tom, & me ....

falling into the crowd

last night we went to go listen to a friend's band (the fabulous newtown) in fuel cafe (in newtown) hee hee... i've only ever been to fuel cafe once before - but was much more enjoyable last night... i mean the place has matresses for chairs (!!) how uber! there was also another band - ultrasound - who were quite good (no bias here) ... but the crowd was very arty farty (in no way do i mean that to be derogatory). shaks, tom and i were just discussing how we dont really have a 'crowd' ... i mean, we're a very PC group (go us!) with one white homosexual boy, one indian catholic and a token white girl (me ... i dont really have any redeeming stand out qualities for this pc thing, actually. i'd better start pulling my weight!) but we don't hang out a lot in the gay crowd (we frequent it, but more of a jump in jump out kinda thing) and we don't hang out with the 'indian' crowd nor with the catholics (i mean i' m catholic too and i love them, but its not a prerequisite for our group or anything) and we dont hang with the 'white, oh-my-god' crowd either. so what are we? we hop around in these groups , generally find ourselves dancing around with all these people. and i guess that's the best thing... not trying to fit into a box or create a 'token' group ... just dance around them... in circles ;)

i love downtown joburg! each one of my friends add something to my life (some in the form of gifts, some more esoteric) and tommy is one of those people who likes to further us culturally. he knows so much about the urban regeneration happening in the city and incites excitement in us about it. and i must just say that jo'burg is looking awesome lately. be gone stereotypes! (eat us, cape town with your HALF a mountain!!)

sabrina the newfoundland


these are photos mike took of our
puppies



jeremy (aka jeremiah bullfrog) the golden
retriever ...

Today's 5 cities!! (i hope you're keeping up)

Belarus - Minsk

Belgium - Brussels

Belize - Belmopan

Beinin - Porto-Novo (official) & Cotonou (de facto)

Bhutan - Thimphu

xx

erratum

when i spoke about all of the rest of my brother's ex girlfriends being poppies, i forgot that the one was my dear friend Sarah #1's little sister Caitlin, who coincidentally, is also a friend of mine. and i would like to correct my earlier statement and say 'caitlin clerk is most definitely not a poppie" i just don't really think of her as mike's ex, rather as caity, a person.






this is them at cait's matric dance --- --- ---

--- --- --- and at some other place

just had to clear that up ;)

otherwise, i'm still writing my dissertation... i'm experiencing the difficulties that comes with being a semi-perfectionist... i generally hate everything i write, so i rewrite and rewrite until i'm so tired of looking at my own thoughts that i just hand it in so i don't need to see it anymore!

Had a few of the girls around last night (and Tom and Mike) and we watched a weird weird movie (vanny and i watched it for the second time) and i still don't understand it. It's called "I Heart Huckabees" and it is arb arb arb. I've stopped trying to get the message they're trying to send, but i think that might be the point... stop trying to understand... if anyone out there has seen it and understands it (ha ha i think you might be CRAZY if you do... kinda like if you can draw a perfect circle then you're supposedly cuckoo) then please let me know, i'd appreciate it. Oh - and i really don't like jude law. i mean, i'm usually the spokesperson for blonde people -they're dying out, we need to appreciate them while they're around. but not jude law.

that's all xx

i think i have a piece of 'weirdo flypaper' attached to my back

no ... really... i meet some odd odd people. the kind of people who, when drunk, walk up to me, chuck me on the chin and say "sigh... don't let boys play with you... you're a real lady." and then wait for me to cry and say "oh boy... you are amazing and have just saved my innocence. thank you." . i hate it when people chuck me on the chin. it's almost as bad when people call me 'girlie'... grrrr

i guess i'm off on this tangent because i met quite a few oddballs this weekend and it reminded me of the time a little while back when i was helping out a friend (hola Sarah #1) @ a party bus do she was arranging and i was marshalling a bus with vanny - well, because i also have a very large piece of 'flypaper for disaster' stuck on with superglue, we got the bus that crashed into something and lost a bumper, had a fight where a boy broke a window and had a broken door that kept swinging open. i had to stand next to this door and at one stage i almost fell out - i was practically swung out over the highway and, luckily, we had some ambulance driver on our bus and he swooped over and rescued me. unfortunately he also had a rather sweet but rather outdated idea that rescuing my life then also made me his life long concubine (rather like he had taken lessons from the king of swaziland). it was disturbing. and once he had got the idea that i wasn't interested (probably because i strongly hinted that by saying 'just get the idea into your head! i'm not interested!") he moved onto the idea that all my friends were also his... sorry vanny!

anyway, this weekend also involved two very famous, but not very successful pickup lines -

the overused and frankly transparent "sorry but do you have a light?"

and "hey baby ... i'm a cop... and i'm undercover ... under your cover"

let's hope these are never used again. My favourite ever pickup line... well... i guess you can't say 'favourite ever' about a pickup line (bleugh)... it was certainly the most original. I was at a nursery with my gran - she buys plants... it's boring...- and some guy was all about the smoothness and dropped "hey... wanna help me sow my seeds?" i canned for about 5 minutes (him wilting by the second) until my (admittedly bitchy) comeback "sorry, but i'm not really that into helping weeds overpopulate the earth"

So - lesson for the week - pickup lines are dumb. really. i'm sure it even says something to that effect in the bible.

Azerbaijan - Baku
Bahamas - Nassau
Bahrain - Manama
Bangladesh - Dhaka
Barbados - Bridgetown

oh no! i just read that steve irwin died (that aussie crocodile hunter) this morning...how awful...

"Irwin was killed by a stingray barb to the heart on Batt Reef, off the remote resort town of Port Douglas in northeastern Queensland state, his wildlife park Australia Zoo said in a statement."

i always kinda thought he was invincible

just a quick friendly hint and they think they might've cured cancer

Hint : when typing, make sure you edit yourself. I was typing on the gmail chat facility with Stuey (what's up Jonny??) from class and because I was typing so quickly (typing fundi that i am) i typed in 'hey don't inslut me" instead of insult... which could have been embarrassing if Stuey and I didn't go so way back (he's down wit it)

which reminded me of the time a friend's now exgirlfriend hated my guts because i was spending too much time with him (for pete's sake) and her family would look at me really funny in shopping malls and i yelled out "i am not a straw hut!" instead of Whore Slut ... (yess STUEY i know i told you a different version of this tale, but it turns out the version i told you was an unintentional lie and Van and Luke reminded me of the truth so this is the real one)

oh yes - some scientist yanks have cured some people from skin cancer by using their own modified genes... i though it was awesome until i saw the angry people jumping up and down in the street menacingly brandishing posters in protest and i realise that i might have missed the gene research angry boat. It's not stem cell research, which i understand some people find has religious connotations, so what's the deal? will someone please tell me??

i am such a fence sitter.... it's great... :)

have a good weekend people! xx