is my curiousity just morbid, but i myself not? am i curiously morbid - meaning, oddly; out-of-the-ordinarily morbid? or am one or both of the following: curious and morbid?
i stayed up until 6am yesterday reading the book stiff: the life and times of corpses by mary roach. it's really picked up. ask me anything about impact of bullets on dead bodies, or grafting a puppy dog head onto the neck of a full grown one, or the feasibility of head/brain transplants, or human canniibalism for reasons other than revenge or starvation. it's still fresh in my mind.