My ages-old idea for THC zucchini and cocaine cabbage now exists as a movie pitch. Funny that it didn't stop off on the way and actually become real. Yet.
Meanwhile, in other botanical news, Tom Wolfe (not that Tom Wolfe, this Tom Wolfe) is trying to cause a scene, like only an emotionally regressing seventy-four-year-old can: he's writing books about how kids are having "too much sex", and is fopping around Manhattan trying to get people to dare him to vote for Bush.
Now, granted, we do live in a country where artistes (incl. novelistes), celebrities, and Southerners are allowed -- expected! -- to act like histrionic children. And he is a Southerner, and a celebrity, and a novelist. But really. There's such a thing as overdoing it.