You know how in the past I've bemoaned the fact that I've not yet reached a point where I can call up an anatomical body part without hesitation, where I can remember precisely the terms and actions involved in a certain physiological process of the body, where I can shout a muscle's name without having to think about it for 10 minutes? (If not, read HERE)

Well, yesterday, I had one of the weirdest epiphanic moments of anatomical clarity probably ever had by another human being:

In the midst of watching the uber-horrible Black Christmas, there was a scene where one of the evil characters bites into an eyeball and fluid squirts everywhere, and my brain, without hesitation, without a beat, without a second-thought, shouted, "VITREOUS FLUID!!!"

And lo and behold, I doublechecked it this morning, and ye old brain was right.

Apparently horror movies hold the key to my anatomical knowledge.