Subsequent to a recent cavity — an extremely menacing event as I was strapped flat on a clear plastic-covered dentist recliner and they handed me a pair of those ginormous grandpa sunglasses and uttered these reassuring words: “these are for your protection, the light we use to seal the cavity is harmful to the retina,” which reinforced my wholehearted belief in the precariousness of modern technology, and what exactly is that light anyway?, and shouldn’t it be at least more than three inches away from the eye sockets for ANYONE, at ALL times?, and you better not sneeze mister, or you’re getting audited by my insurance company for a new set of eyes — I was allowed to ascertain these three words sung by Of Montreal. And if you live in a tree stump, don’t worry, the dancing mushrooms outside are a reasonable occurrence.