Is that a reflex hammer in your pocket?

Or did you just get a free pen at a pharmaceutical luncheon?

Comic 22! There are only two things that Freud said that I give any credence to. 1) Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. And 2) The libido is polymorphously perverse. Remember in Jurassic Park, when chaos mathematician Ian Malcolm (played by the inimitable Jeff Goldblum) is looking at the raptor eggs with Henry Wu?
"If there is one thing the history of evolution has taught us, it's that life will not be contained. Life breaks free. It expands to new territories, it crashes through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh, well, there it is!"
"You're implying that a group composed entirely of female animals will... breed?"
"No, I'm simply saying that life, uh... finds a way."
The libido is much the same. It is polymorphous; it finds a way out. Ignore it for too long (vis-a-vis copious booklearning), and...wow. A skeleton looks svelte.

Look for this feature in the next evolution of man...

Comic 21! Complete with penis jokes! Tee hee hee. Neurology is a cool course, albeit incapacitating for an over-processor like myself. I get stuck in existential tailspins - using the brain to think about the brain which is my tool for thinking about the brain which is on the page and also in my skull (both of those referring to the brain) which is teamed up with Pinky and the Brain Brain Brain Brain, Brain Brain Brain Brain...

[one stroke later] Neurology is a cool course, albeit...

Prophylaxis FTW

Comic 20! We were warned at the beginning of microbiology that after the course was over, the only "safe" food left would be lead paint. I'm not all that concerned. The issue was put to bed for me long ago...food is gross, people are grosser, and yet still an alleyway slopburger is pretty daggum delectable. And immunology taught me that my sentinel cells kick ass and stack pathogens ten high. A colony of bacteria may be as sinister as the Cobra Kai, but one neutrophil is Daniel-san. (paint eating = pica, a sign of iron anemia. another sign is pagophagia, ice-crunching. The More You Know!)

Obscuroast

Without coffee, the world would never have been created. No one, not even God, can work for six days straight without the miracle drink.

Life is bitter. Life is full of flavor. Life should be enjoyed one cup at a time.

Exsanguinate

Vampires, man. When I aver not to draw them, I only delay the inevitable. Check out the medical condition porphyria - real life vampires!

Atavism corner! A few of my favorites from All Real Numbers:

"Kitsch" is one of my Strangelovian doomsday-device rants.

Comic 17! Seriously, people. You can type in "PETA protest" as a Google Image Search string, and you'll be awash in civildisobedianceflesh. As long as the SafeSearch toggle is off. Do the right thing - turn it off, put your back is against a wall, and marvel at how everything of substance tends to get hollowed out like a jack-o-lantern. Fun to look at, not a whole lot going on underneath the surface.

Snacksby is a really neat recipe site!

Chekhov's sashimi

Comic 16! I was told in lecture today that I was "very smart" for knowing the medicalese word for hiccups: "singultus." I think the professor might have "jumped the gun" on that appraisal.

I'm sorry, what was that, Walt?

"O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light--of the objects mean--of the struggle ever renew'd;
Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse."

Ok, cool, that's what I thought you said. Peace out, player!