Archive for August 28th, 2007

anthony michael hall, you have some stalkers…

anthony michael hall then

Someone is obsessed with Anthony Michael Hall.

I have about 20 search engine hits from people searching this dude in the last three days…

anthony michael hall now

Could it be because there is rumor/not so rumor that he will be starring in The Dark Knight — some Batman movie due out in 2008?

Is this breakfast clubber/psychic ready for the big screen again? I don’t really care, just thought the searches for him were getting out of hand. And I swear it has to take like a million Google O’s to even find my post that has his name it. Weird.

“Hobby Lobby can eat it” or “Why I missed the gym…”

Between the punk framing kids at Hobby Lobby who keep screwing up my work and the “neighbor” at my apartments walking around with a Miller Light 40 in a paper bag and telling me I’m too pretty to be frowning, I decided NOT to go to the gym. I just got tired of people today. Hit my limit. So I showered, am currently dreaming about a glass of wine, and will plop my plump behind on my couch.

With “fat” rebellion ladies like Joy Nash and others in this world, I’m trying not to feel guilty about it.

But I asked myself (and now you) two questions.

1) What the hell happened to customer service?!

2) Just because I look like a gal who should always be bubbly, does that mean I HAVE to always look the part?

(so I have three questions)

3) Does my potential of being a real “fat” ass really matter?

Cold Case File: My #10

If you have read my dead tooth saga, I have the  latest but still no memory as to what killed it …

This morning I saw, for the very first time in my life, an endodontist which is basically a nice word for “root canal doctor.”  I’ve always had pretty decent teeth—maybe a cavity here and there. Well this was kind of a fancy visit because they have new fangled imaging equipment that was just installed this month. I was a bit impressed at seeing my sinuses and the infamous dead tooth on the equivalent of a jumbo Tran for teeth x-rays. And then was quickly grossed out at all the images my doctor was flashing before me that were textbook cases of what my tooth was not — infected or full of blood vessels.There was nothing there.

He even did a very painful cold test. Have you had this done? They spray the end of one of the doctor’s utensils with that stuff you use to clean the dust out of your keyboard. You know how cold the can gets while you are spraying? Well picture that cold times ten on your teeth. Talk about torture. But when he did the test to the tooth in question (#10) I felt nothing. The same could not be said for the poor chap next to it (I guess that makes it #9) that had to endure this usually harmless office device. This, along with other strange tests, proved that my dead tooth was truly that— dead. And that I didn’t need any kind of treatment — including no root canal. He said the tooth was what sounded to me like, castrated but I’m sure that’s not what he said. I mean, it isn’t capable of being turned into a eunuch seeing how it’s just a tooth. I think my mind was wandering because I was so damn elated that I didn’t need treatment. But at the same time I worried that this #10 would eventually give me more trouble in the long run.

For now he recommended a veneer and that was it. Any more intrusion like a crown could open my tooth up to infection apparently. I don’t know if you are superstitious, but I wore my luck Harley Davidson ring for good luck. And I made sure to turn it a few times while in the dental chair…