I’ve not been very active in the blogosphere lately. The days between Thanksgiving and the New Year are, for me, the Sargasso Sea of the Soul, the Doldrums of the Spirit, the Zone of Apathy in which all of my get-up-and-go has done exactly that: it got-up-and-went. I don’t know where it went, but it left a hole in my psyche – a hole that can only be filled by inserting the proper amount of junk food and excess calories into my diet. And I’ve done that successfully, according to my bathroom scale.
One of the things I do with this extra time is read a lot of news. Some of it is eyebrow-raising. For example, I read that the Food and Drug Administration has approved the sale of genetically modified salmon. Yes, mad scientists have tinkered with salmon DNA and created something unnatural – unnatural in the sense that the fish now have, uh, “features” not found in nature. I think they’ve taken these genetic modifications too far, but no one asked me. These unnatural Franken-fish are not necessarily a bad thing. I hear those same mad scientists are now working on a new Buffalo sauce to go with the new salmon wings.
“Waitress, an order of wings, please.”
“Chicken or salmon?”
Just kidding. I’m pretty sure the new Franken-salmon will not have wings. Nor will they glow in the dark.
Yet.
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