As the leaves begin their seasonal metamorphosis, I'm reminded that I have no easy way of changing my outward appearance. Sure, I can change my shirt or put on a pair of brown shoes, but leaves don't have to change their clothes, so it isn't really the same thing.
If the wizards at Monsanto can turn ordinary wheat to mahogany, I don't see why it shouldn't be possible to give an ordinary human the color and texture of an orange, or an overripe banana. More to the point, Halloween is just around the corner, and you are what you eat should be more than an empty threat to those of us who wanted to be a coconut last year, but lacked the proper training to modify our own DNA.
When I think of all the tears that went into last year's costume, I have to laugh. Not that crying over spilled coconut milk is my idea of a good time, but it's better than walking a mile in someone else's damp costume, especially at night.
