I have been hanging around Christy and Cliff too long, and I have been reading Penny Arcade too long. And yes, I'm blaming you two, it's always your fault. ^^ Everything can now be made into a sex joke.

So I'm in my Intro to Weather and Climate class this morning, and we're talking about atmospheric pressure. The professor (who's our age, or some age seemingly too young to be teaching this class. For chrissake, our TA is older than the teacher...) is demonstrating the equal amounts of pressure on human beings using a book. He asks us, "So, why doesn't the pressure force the book to fall over? Because the pressure is equal on both sides. There are molecules banging against the left side of the book, and molecules banging against the right side of the book, equally." But he's saying 'banging', and all I can think of are these molecules having wild sex on the sides of the book.

I know I'm wierd, but it gets worse.

So the professor's trying to demonstrate what happens to the human body when there's a loss of pressure. Since the cells exert a certain amount of pressure to balance out the forces outside your body, when some of that pressure is removed, what happens? He's hemming and hawing, and saying most of us have experienced it, and then gets more flustered, and uses an example of putting a vacuum cleaner tube against your arm. What has happened to area of your skin after you remove the suction tube? I'm cracking up in the front row, while the rest of the class is still sitting there going, "Duh...". The professor finally gives up and says, "It's a hickie, folks. That's how you get a hickie." I swear, you could see the enlightenment on the frosh's faces, it was hysterical.

So my class on meteorology and climate turned into sex ed. Whee...