antisquid

"Hospital Food" by the Eels is a sexy song. And when you contemplate this sexiness, you feel kind of gross and creepy but you get over it.

I'm used to getting over my gross/creepy factor anyway. I was at lunch with some friends the other day and was talking too loud, as usual. Sorry, noise pollution victims, I feel you. And I made an obnoxious joke about endometriosis. I know, "how the hell do you make a joke about endometriosis?" Well, it was contextual, and we were in a hospital cafeteria (good stuff, for reals) and needless to say I got my ass handed to me via the gasps of strangers.

Dern!