We Want Your Body!Having promised Sweetlove that i would take them to the Denver Museum of Science to see the animals and BodyWorlds 2, i finally got around to purchasing the tickets ahead of time and bangin in to work on a Monday for some extracurricular family fun and education. Turns out my children really are interested in learning about freaky shite. Questions flying about who killed this person or that animal so that it could entertain us today were many. I hope that they become surgeons and not some closet acid freaks that watch horror movies and pop their zits for entertainment.
I found the whole experience more Hellraiser than science. Bodies sliced like lunchmeat or blocked out like a picasso painting (Man of Drawers), are more artwork than science. And then to have the option of donating my body to the sideshow was more than I could stand not to laugh at. I was in pre-med in college and did the whole gross anatomy thing and most of the dissections, while educational, were for meer spectical. (who's gonna dissect the Penis?) My favorite that I'd like to take home would be the body attached to the gym rings in an iron cross pose. Straps of skin, facia and fat left every 8 inches to give you the girth of the figure whilst still letting you know the muscle and guts were there.
I once ate my lunch during an afternoon stint with my cadaver. Bologna and cheese i think. There were a team of Dr. Frankensteins in the next room with a collection of decapitated heads and arms hooking electrodes up to the nerves and giving them little shocks to see if they would move. Amazingly enough, they were succeeding in causing some twitches here and there. When will we see BodyWorlds Xtreme? A variable Disneyland of animated cadavers eating food and shitting it out right before our eyes. "Amazing!" the throngs of onlookers will gasp.
The sad thing about the experience wasn't that it was a circus sideshow. It was the skads of overweight, chainsmoking hextagenerians, looking at the examples of diseased livers, cancerous lungs and hypertrophied hearts and seeing why they are in their personal scooters. We had a nice collection of scooter-bound hells angels giving us puppydog eyes to let them squeeze in front of us to see the sights. (Pardon my colostomy bag, had a bit of a mishap with some McDonald's Hamburgers) Sweetlove were watching the future cadavers as much as they were marveling at the show. I hope they made the connection.
nuff said kittens and kats.