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" God is going to punish us one day, I think, for us letting things get so much get so out of order. For example, wine is not something you wear, except accidentally, at certain parties hosted by Led Zeppelin.... The dress is made of cellulose \u2014 a component that is chemically similar to cotton \u2014 by growing a type of bacteria called acetobacter that&amp;#039;s used to convert red wine into vinegar. The bacteria forms a &amp;quot;skin&amp;quot; over the red wine. &amp;quot;The Micro&amp;#039;-be&amp;#039; garments are made from microbial cotton which forms on the surface of the wine, almost as if the bacteria are trying to form a raft to flow on the wine,&amp;quot; Cass told Wired.co.uk. Okay, guys. First, I don&amp;#039;t want bacteria forming a raft to flow anywhere. I have enough trouble with bacteria without their suddenly being able to raise a navy in my closet. Second, and I think I can speak for the whole class here, Ewwwwwwwwww, gross!  But not as gross as the idea of vending-machine pizza. I am something of an expert on vending-machine food. For example, at certain of America&amp;#039;s finer bus depots, there is beef stew extant in vending machines that was placed there on VJ Day. By now, it may qualify as an independent life form. (Maybe someday there&amp;#039;ll be a Vending Machine Beef Stew Dress.) It certainly is no longer what anyone would consider &amp;quot;food.&amp;quot; But at least those machines in those bus depots don&amp;#039;t make the food themselves. The new pizza machines appear to be able to think independently, much like Mitt Romney, which I find frankly frightening.... The machine works by mixing flour and water and producing a disk of dough about 11&amp;quot; in diameter. A mechanical arm then squirts tomato paste on the dough and places cheese and your choice of toppings. An infrared oven cooks the pizza and puts it in your hands in a few minutes.  Sure, and then one glitch happens, and you&amp;#039;re paying six bucks for a handful of tomato paste and two slices of pepperoni. I like to be able to see the hands on the guy making my pizzas, so I can check under his fingernails. America is a very strange place. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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