Archive for February, 2005

Trip to the Dentist

“Your gums are bleeding.”

Maybe that’s because you just stabbed me in the fucking mouth with a sharp piece of metal.

“They wouldn’t bleed if you took better care of your teeth.”

They wouldn’t bleed if you didn’t shank me with your fucking dental torture devices.

“This dental work looks worn. You may need to have it replaced.”

You want to know why it looks worn? Because every fucking time a fucking dentist gets to see my fucking teeth, they prod, stab, slice, and jab at my fucking gums, and the metal attached to the back of my two front teeth. If you curious motherfuckers weren’t so goddamned nosy, and remembered the simple fucking rule from childhood, ‘Look with your eyes, not with your hands,’ or in this case, ’spiky, metal fucking pain sticks,’ my gums wouldn’t bleed, and my dental work would be fucking flawless. Believe me, I’m not the one stabbing my gums for shit knows what reason.

“Are you having any other problems with your teeth?”

You mean besides you going ape-fucking-shit on my mouth with your fucking instruments of sadism? No, nothing besides that you stupid piece of shit. “No.”

“Good enough then. See you in 6 months.”

There’s a special place in hell for you bitch, and all your fucking dentist friends who can’t leave well enough alone. Assholes.

Children’s Book

When I was at the beach last year, ACWF and my sister-in-law got a little tipsy* one night, and essentially acted the fool. I documented this bacchanalian ruckus in the format of a children’s book. ACWF colored it in later, and it’s been sitting on my dresser for over a year.

Well, last night Kmart whipped out the scanner, so we scanned the story, and now it’s available for your online viewing.

Also, I’m not sure how, but I had the forethought to change the names of the primary characters when I originally wrote the story last summer. So don’t try to determine my secret identity based on names given. It’ll just make you look silly.

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*By tipsy I mean ragingly drunk to the point that they had no concept of how time, and/or the physical world operated. They were generally pains in my and my brother’s asses as we tried to steer them back to the vacation house. The picturebook is my comeuppance.

I can stop anytime I want to

I have a secret. I’m addicted to Cool Mint Listerine Pocketpak Oral Care strips. It’s true. I eat them like they are candy. But not like when most people say, “like candy.” I actually view the strips as candy for me to eat. I eat them by the containerful. Kmart and I went to the movies a while ago, and while he was tossing popcorn into his mouth, I was layering little minty strips onto my tongue.

I’m not sure when I got into this habit. I remember seeing the commercials, and I remember wondering what the big deal was about, but I don’t remember when I first tried one. I do, however, remember the feeling. It’s the same feeling I get every time, and I’ve even developed a quirky habit regarding the ingestion of these minty slices of nirvana.

First, I pop the case open gently, so as not to let any of the strips slip out. I’ll only make that mistake once. Then, I slide a strip out of the case, and gently center it on my tongue. At first I’ll hold my mouth slightly ajar so I can feel the strip melting on my tongue while cool air rushes in and out of my mouth. But then, I’ll close my mouth, and let the tingle of the strip envelope my tongue. Just about the time the strip has dissolved, I place the second strip onto my tongue. This time, it’s with a little more abandon, and a little less care. I just want that minty rush. I also don’t treat the second strip so delicately. I press it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue to help spread the minty tingle all over.

The third and fourth strips are placed on my tongue so that the third strip is on the front of my tongue, and the fourth strip is on the back of my tongue. They usually take a little longer to dissolve because my tongue is going into shock from the first two. But they go eventually, and I toss the fifth in there like it’s junk mail into the recycle bin.

The fifth one is where it really starts to taste good. Any other tastes you had in your mouth before have been utterly and totally destroyed, and your tongue is like a blank canvass, to mix metaphors.

The sixth one is almost indescribable, it just floats there, lasting much longer than all the others because of the complete lack of moisture left in my mouth. But it too, like the others, eventually succumbs and ensures the taste of mint for hours.

At least, I assume that it ensures the taste of mint for hours, because I usually finish the next 18 strips in about 30 minutes. But I only have one pack per day, so it’s all good.

I did once try to eat all 24 strips at once, expecting there to be a minty orgy explosion in my mouth. However, instead of the active part of the orgy, I got the clean-up detail after the orgy as the strips turned into a slimy ball of minty mucus. It was not cool. I don’t recommend putting more than 3 strips in your mouth at the same time, and only attempt that if you think Altoids are child’s play.

I haven’t tried the orange strips yet, and cinnamon strips will do in a pinch, but the mint strips are to what I shall always return, for good or for bad, until I can figure out a way to distill Listerine into a something I can drink.

Magical Snacks

I was with ACWF at the mall the other day, and we stopped by the stall of a purveyor of long sandwiches to slake our appetites. (We went to Subway to grub.)

We got the “meal” option, which includes a drink and a bag of chips. I opted for Doritos “Light” because they taste the same as regular Doritos, but they have much less of the bad stuff.

As I was looking over the nutrition facts on the back of the bag, I was stunned to see what was printed. See if you can figure it out. (you may have to zoom in)

Highlight below to see what the deal is with the chips.

Apparently, this bag of Doritos is 1 and 3/8oz. Normal bags of Doritos are 1oz. The caloric content of the bag I ate is 120, and the caloric content of a 1oz bag has been reduced from 140 to 90. Doritos just omitted that the change is for a 1oz bag rather than a 1 and 3/8oz bag. I called the number on the bag, told them what I saw, and they told me they would send me coupons. Sweet!

Marry, Sex, Friends- SNL Edition

Pick your favorite SNL cast members, past or present, and throw down, SUCKAS!

Marry: Gilda Radner
Sex: Tina Fey
Friends: Will Ferrel/Jon Lovitz

No. You’re not.

I love Dave Chapelle. Not only do I think that he is hysterically funny, but I appreciate the way he ties in hip hop to his act and his show. However, I’m not a fan of people who will take one of his punchlines, and run it into the goddamned ground.

Take for example, “I’m Rick James, bitch!”

Funny the first time Dave did it. Funny the next time Dave did it. Hell- funny every time Dave did it.

Funny the first time someone else did it. Not funny any time after that.

Now here we are, almost 2 years after Dave Chapelle uttered that infamous phrase, and idiotic people on the street are still doing this.

I saw a car on the way into work that had that phrase stencilled on its rear window. All I could think was, “You’re not Rick James. You’re not even Bootsy Collins.”

P.S. Also stop with the Lil Jon “What, Yeah,” and “Okay.” That’s enough.

P.P.S. Blug has more.

Damn her and her flaky crust, and buttery texture!

Well, Texas Biscuit has stumbled across another game for us to play, and I can’t help but want to participate, even though it goes against every fiber of my being. Here’s the rules:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

And here’s what I came up with:

The Baltimore fire of February 7-8, 1904, is regarded as the last of the major city fires in America, save for the earthquake-aided burning of San Francisco in 1906. The fire began in a dry-goods store on the south side of German (now Redwood) at Liberty, now today’s Civic Center. Aided by flying embers, high winds, and frigid temperatures hampering firefighters, it spread to and gutted virtually the entire downtown district, as far east as the Jones Falls, and down to the waterfront.

So, a little Baltimore history for you. What have you got?

“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”

Without Gonzo Journalism, I don’t think we would have anything like blogs, or Blogger. If that’s not true, then certainly the spirit of gonzo journalism is the same spirit that lives in blogging.

Hunter S. Thompson - 1937-2005

So gross

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Panic Attack

Is it possible to be fully aware that you are having a panic attack?

Further, is it possible to recognize that your fight/flight mechanism is malfunctioning, and for some reason, in a harmless meeting is telling you to flee, while you simultaneously realize that the very notion of fleeing from this meeting is crazy, but you can’t help but feel an overwhelming dread for no reason?

I’m not sure how else to explain what is going on with my brain/body right now.

I very anxious for no reason, and my brain keeps telling me to get out of here as soon as possible. But my brain is also telling me that I’m crazy, and that nothing is wrong with me.

What the fuck?

UPDATE: Okay. I feel like I’m starting to relax now. 1:01 pm




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