My sister and I sat around playing Paper Shop today! We made stationary. This is the “glitter-by-number” I slapdashed together. She placed our products on the kitchen table and all the family had to walk by and admire our domestic handiwork before dinner. (I even made handmade envelopes for her cards!!) I am 24, she is 36.
Last night, over a generous glass of brandy, she ruminated on if the popular obsession with zombies isn’t just a bridge to gradually increase our acceptance of human cloning and the question of souls. She does a lot with Frankenstein and writes about female cyborgs. She is not a nutcase; just someone who works at a university.
