Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I'm easy like a Sunday Morning
When I was younger my brother had a Faith No More B-sides album that we played a lot. It only contained four songs, but between a cover of The Commodores 'Easy' and the disturbingly quirky 'Das Schutzenfest', it got a lot of play time between the two of us.
I was immediately reminded of such a great disc when I read about a glorious rhino birth.
Artificial insemination is nothing new, but the fact that the Father's name was Easy Boy was all too coincidental.
In much more disturbing sperm news, there this bit about a couple who have won the right in court to use their dead son's sperm to sire a grandchild in the name of continuing their genetic legacy. I mean, I know grandparents tend to get fixated on the prosperity of their kids' kids, but this is ridiculous.
And every once and a while, someone doesn't even bother with sperm and goes the virgin route.
Speaking of virgins, apparently Mary has shown up as a popsicle.