Pigs are green in Taiwan - from the inside out. Yep, if you ain't heard, by injecting fluorescent green protein into embryonic pigs, a research team at the island's leading National Taiwan University managed to breed three male transgenic pigs, said professor Wu Shinn-Chih of the university's Institute and Department of Animal Science and Technology. Gotta love those Taiwanese.
"There are partially fluorescent green pigs elsewhere, but ours are the only ones in the world that are green from inside out. Even their hearts and internal organs are green," Wu said on Thursday.The transgenic pigs, commonly used to study human diseases, would help researchers monitor and trace changes of the tissues during the physical development, Wu said.
Nice. If green pigs move us one step closer to fixing some of the many ills in the world, I'm all for it. I know there has been a debate about this topic, but I really have never understood why. Is there such a thing as stopping science? Stem sell research is the next direction. Should we have prevented scientists from mapping out the human genome? Hell no - and this ain't no different.
While we are talking about piggly-wigglies, how about playing some Pig Blaster? Last, wouldn't it be especially cool if the green pigs were doing (Geiger) "Cocaine" "In Space" (Royskopp)? Could happen.
In Space
I'm just tickled pink about the prospect of having green eggs AND green ham. In fact, in light of this news, everything that I eat during 2006 will be green in honor of these little oinkers.
I have to admit, I got a bit excited when reading about glow-in-the-dark organs. It just really reminded me of this game that Jenny and I play sometimes. I hope that I haven't said too much, it's just that it's a great game.
Sweet Jesus. With each post Thunder rivals his last. And we all know how difficult that must be.
[1] Mr. Furber, you use yer tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.
I was watching Blazing Saddles last night and didn't previously rekenize the So Easy sound clips. Funny, funny stuff.
Bout time, Miss Jules.
[4]Yeah, that's my style...day late and a dollar short.
Some of my faves ("Excuse me while I whip this out"):
"Oh, baby, you're so talented... and they are so dumb!"
"Where all the white women at?"
"Someone's gotta go back for a shit-load of dimes!"
"What in the wide wide world of sports is goin on over here; I hired you to get a little track laid, not to dance around like a bunch of Kansas City faggots!"
"I want rustlers, cutthroats, murders, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con-men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglars, horse thieves, bull-dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, sh**-kickers, and Methodists!"
Impressive list, Miss Jules. Glad you appreciate the Blazing Saddles.
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I couldn't help thinking with every un-PC giggle that even if they gave lead props to a black man, and it was produced by a Jew, Blazing Saddles couldn't/wouldn't be made today.
I guess it's a sign of the times, like when the Chinese New Year becomes Year of the Green Pig, and all of the genetically engineered humans dance in the streets, doing coke.
Funfact: Richard Prior helped edit the screenplay (originally named "Black Bart", then "Tex X"), and was slotted to play the lead, but his stand-up was too controversial.
You are a veritable cornucopia of information, Miss Jules. Muy impressivo.
My mind is aglow with whirling, transient nodes of thought careening thru a cosmic vapor of invention.
"My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought, casading into a waterfall of creative alternatives." Happens to be the ringer on my cellphone - when it's not set to vibrate next to my balls.
Call me.
Regarding the Pandora's Box issue with genetic engineering, and the controversy of 'playing God', you should catch this PBS series (TV schedules link at top of page). I haven't seen it all, but they dumb it down quite nicely:
PBS
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So that's why your voice is always an octave higher and trembling when you answer the phone. I figured you were just with C$'s mom.
Tryin' to fill the void left by Sgt. Thunder, Miss Jules? I will tell you the same I told him, you are gonna die. But not before I violate your mom 12 different ways. With a poker. My poker. My huge poker.
First of all, I would never try to replace Thunder. Oh, how I miss his perverse aphorisms, brightening my days.
Secondly, Shatner spelled it all out for us already. By the time you read this I may well be dead, And you my friend might be next, 'Cause we're all gonna die.
Lastly, I think Shelly and Doris would die as happy women if you were to deliver the poker 12 different ways. I'm sure they haven't had a good violatin' in years.