Can you not be weird, please?

My brain tells the other parts of my brain this. A lot.

I often envision the "central core" of my brain/conscious/what-have-you being like Jon Stewart, trying to keep a handle on all the crazy correspondents (Lungs, Stomach, Heart, Penis. Especially Penis). Facepalms and snark are common.


(I know it's terrible quality. Premiere Pro was being butthurt whenever I tried to render.)