I don't care if this song gives you nightmares.

I've had this one stuck in my head all afternoon.

A long time ago I wrote this thing about my tooth and how it is like Iraq.

And then my Friedman unit passed and I realized I never gave you an update. The troops My toof was withdrawn -- yanked out back in September, at the end of the second FU.

And since then everything has been fine, except occasionally I still get a little twang of pain in my sinus there, but since it's no longer got a tooth to pressurize around, it's totally nothing much -- like 2 seconds of PINCH and then it's gone.

So, Democrats in Congress, take note: withdraw the troops. It might suck for Iraqis on occasion but everything will go back to normal and you'll be able to sleep more soundly at night.

girliebacchanal asked,


Get your own valentinr

*mwah*

Guilt	What is yours?	Explain yourself
Culinary:	Chef Boyardee Mini Ravioli	Comfort food from my childhood. Haven't had it in years but would gladly eat it right now if it were offered.
Literary:	Stephen King	He's really good at characters, so even if the story sucks (I'm looking at you, Tommyknockers!) there's something reedemable in every novel.
Audiovisual:	True crime procedurals	Forensic Files, Cold Case Files, American Justice, the Investigators -- I've seen every freakin' case at least 20 times. I learn new things about science & investigations every day.
Musical:	TOOL	Maynard James Keenan has the voice of an angel. It hits me right in my lizard brain.
Celebrity:	Britney Spears	Her entire life is a train wreck. I cannot look away.

Now I tag:-

ryssa raychoo harkalark girliebacchanal and scarykarrey


to complete this same Quiz, Its HERE.

But mine kinda looks like boobs:

Get your own spectral analysis from Area 23®

Last night I went to check Night at the Museum at the still newish Cerrito Theater. Mostly because I need some Big Dumb Fun after the Seriously Serious turn my life has taken this week, and also because I kinda like Ben Stiller. I have pretty much enjoyed everything I've seen that he's been in, sometimes against my better judgment.

So anyway, the movie was kinda cute and fluffy and definitely nothing to write home about. It was just what I needed to zone out and stop overthinking everything like a neurotic freakazon.

The only real reaction the movie itself produced in me was this: There should be a new Oscar category. And that category should be "Best Example of Proper Use of Owen Wilson". I think most directors get this right, anymore, but there was a brief period where someone decided that Owen should be a leading man, and...he just isn't. Owen Wilson is a goddamn great big dork and he works best when he's being played to his strengths. Minus Man? Ugh. Anything he's done with Wes Anderson? Perfect. It was to my great pleasure that I discovered last night that Shawn Levy totally knows how to use Owen Wilson.

He's great as a diorama cowboy in Night at the Museum. Totally made the movie, for me.

Does somebody, anybody who reads this have a copy of Libertine by Silkworm? If so, is there a way you could copy it for me?

It is absolutely my fave of theirs, and it's not available for love or money (I offered up my love but I was sneered at!)

c0n4n? DJ? Anybody? Please?

EDIT: Nevermind! I found out how to get a copy! It is winging its merry way to me from europe as we speak!

I spent most of the morning on BART listening to Uncle Tupelo, which had the net effect of making me miss Missouri. Which I had really thought was impossible, but apparently I am getting soft and mushy in my old age. But "New Madrid"? How can I not love that song? It's all about earthquakes and Browning's prediction that the Big One would hit the New Madrid fault on December 1, 1990. (For those of you not versed in Missouri lore, New Madrid is not pronounced like the city in Spain, but rather "MAD-rid". Much like Versailles (Ver-SALES), MO and Cairo (Kay-ro), IL.)

I remember exactly where I was that night. Mississippi Nights seeing Dead Milkmen play with Social Distortion. I kid you not, that was the billing. The only reason I remember this is it was the first night that Misty was going to sleep over at my house, and her mom was having a shit fit about her not being at home on "earthquake night". As if she would be safer in her attic room where her parents could keep an eye on her. Also, we were going out with boys, which her parents didn't know about. I am nothing if not a filthy enabler. Ok, enough of my misty watercolor 16-year old meeeemrieees!

The rest of the morning was spent listening to Afghan Whigs, who always sound just like sex to me. Possibly because I used to have a raging crush on Greg Dulli. He used to be soooo fine. click here for evidence. And now he's 45 and bloaty, and has not aged well. And I am so fucking shallow it hurts.

My tooth? Is Iraq. Check it:

Back in February 2006, I went in with a tooth that was angry and feeling some pain. (American consciousness after 9/11)
Dentist said "D'oh, it's cracked. You need a root canal." (Bomb something! Anything!)

So I said OK, and the next month I went in for a root canal. They hooked me up with the laffin' gas, so I was in the chair and I was feeling fine, like cherry wine, hoes in control, etc. (Greeted as liberators!) We're almost done with the procedure when hottie dentist gets up and very calmly says "I can't finish this procedure. I'm giving you the name of a specialist who is a few floors down from here, and you'll need to go to him to get this finished." At this point I am still high as a kite so I'm like "Sure, why not! Why?" And he proceeds to tell me that he's broken one of those teeny tiny files (or burs, as they call them) off inside my root passageway, and he can't get it out. (Uh ohes! Insurgency!)

(I must stress now that this happens ALL THE TIME (I looked it up on the intertubes) so don't go telling me I can sue or nothin, cuz it's quite common. My body just FREAKS OUT at the thought of ANY foreign material putting out feelers into its airspace, so this has everything to do with my overactive immune system and nothing the dentist did or didn't do. Have you seen those files? Still think it doesn't happen all the time?)

So I get up, still high on the nitrous, and proceed to go downstairs, where CrazyEnglishEndodontist gets out his supersonic cleany machiney and starts going to town trying to get that file out of my tooth. Except, he can't, either. He says "Nine and a half time times out of ten this will prove no further problem, so I'm going to finish the root canal and fill you up with some inert material. Your dentist can put the crown on." And I'm all like "Whee!"

Except, a few months later, it sort of feels like somone has bashed me in the face with a ball peen hammer. And coincidentally, right in that toothal area, too. I call, CrazyEnglishEndodontist is out of the towns on vacation, and so my dentists hook me up with some vicodin and speak sternly into the phone at the office of CEE. Once he's back in town, he tells me "Come in immediately, don't take any vicodin(!!), and we'll take a look." He xrays. He pokes (ow!). He prods (OW, MOTHERFUCKER, THAT HURTS!) and he says "Well, everything looks normal but you obviously have some pain, so I'm going to do this root canal again just in case we missed some bacteria at the end of your other roots. I really don't think it's the file that is the problem." So he does (SURGE!). And things go back to normal, for a time.

Except, cue to one Friedman later (around nowish). I get the flu at the end of December, and suddenly my face? Is on fire with the agony again. It fades in and out according to levels of sinus pressure, so it's manageable. So I wait till my Friedman-unit level appointment for a checkup on how things are going (today) and does an xray (still normal) and pokes (ow!). And prods (owish!). and has me grind my teeth together (OW, MOTHERFUCKER!). And NOW? He thinks it's the file. However, we must succeed in Iraqwith my tooth, so he's giving me YET ANOTHER Friedman to decide whether or not I want the thing pulled (troop withdrawal). Which I do. But he wants to see if it heals. News flash: Not gonna. And now that he had me grind them together, my whole face hurts again.

We must withdraw our tooth immediately.