Juggle different

This looks pretty cool when he gets several balls going.

Thank you

"To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country's service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nation."
— Pres. Woodrow Wilson
November 1919

My Clone

Here in Missouri, voters will be deciding Nov. 7 the fate of several Constitutional amendments.

One of the more controversial is Amendment 2, the stem-cell initiative. Basically it would guarantee that everyone in Missouri has access to all stem-cell research and treatments that the federal government allows. It's a safeguard against an overactive legislature that's tried to ban stem-cell research many times before.

But the fight is over some of the smaller type that attempts to address cloning fears.

All this cloning talk reminded me of a little ditty by Isaac Asimov. It's sung to the tune of "Home on the Range."

Warning: Not only does this tune deal with cloning, it deals with sex. So if you're easily offended, skip down to the cute picture of Zoe. She's not a clone.

"Oh, give me a clone
Of my own flesh and bone
With its Y chromosome changed to X
And after it's grown
Then my own little clone
Will be of the opposite sex

Clone, clone of my own
With its Y chromosome changed to X
And when I am alone
With my own little clone
We will both think of nothing but sex

Oh, give me a clone
Is my sorrowful moan,
A clone that is wholly my own.
And if she's X-X
And the feminine sex
Oh, what fun we will have when we're prone.

My heart's not of stone
As I've frequently shown
When alone with my own little X
And after we've dined,
I am sure we will find
Better incest than Oedipus Rex.

Why should such sex vex
Or disturb or perplex
Or induce a disparaging tone?
After all, don't you see
Since we're both of us me
When we're having sex, I'm alone.

And after I'm done
She will still have her fun
For I'll clone myself twice before I die.
And this time without fail
They'll be both of them male
And they'll each ravage her by and by."

Trick-or-treat, smell my feet

Zoe put on her princess garb for Halloween and went looting at the mall. Tons of kids were running everywhere. She didn't get much candy (the proprietors at the mall are notoriously stingy with their treats), but that wasn't really the point. She had a blast, bouncing off the walls and smacking people with her princess wand. We're already planning next year.