Saturday, November 15, 2003
Wisdom Teeth
The last thing I remember before going under was the Oral Surgeon answering an inquiry about a pill that I just took, a pill that he gave me. It was something to the effect of "it's like a car, I just drive it." D.D.S. my ass.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Oral Surgery Prep
I am getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow so in preparation for the procedure I decided to have the things I won't be able to have in the coming days like salted nuts, acidic fruits, whiskey, coherent thoughts. I wanted to have a big lunch too but I had a stupid meeting until 12:30 and had an appointment at 1.
I never had this many meetings before I started running the scheduling software. Corporate drondom wears even thinner.
I never had this many meetings before I started running the scheduling software. Corporate drondom wears even thinner.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
California Cheeseburger
Chief Wiggum's tour of the Museum of Crime:
"Now, what I am about to show you all next will shock and educate you. Hold onto your values as we step through the looking-glass into a HIPPIE POT PARTY... While Johnny Welfare plays acid rock on a stolen guitar, his old lady has a better idea" (he flicks a light switch to reveal a crude dummy of a woman poised to eat a sandwich containing a human baby!)... "That's right, she's got the munchies for a California Cheeseburger!"
I was at Foster Freeze and their idea of a California Cheeseburger was made from ground chicken, not baby, chicken! Museum of Crime my ass.
"Now, what I am about to show you all next will shock and educate you. Hold onto your values as we step through the looking-glass into a HIPPIE POT PARTY... While Johnny Welfare plays acid rock on a stolen guitar, his old lady has a better idea" (he flicks a light switch to reveal a crude dummy of a woman poised to eat a sandwich containing a human baby!)... "That's right, she's got the munchies for a California Cheeseburger!"
I was at Foster Freeze and their idea of a California Cheeseburger was made from ground chicken, not baby, chicken! Museum of Crime my ass.
Spotty
My blogging can be described as spotty at best. The last time I blogged, I talked about cutting back my tomato plants. I did that, I made huge piles of screaming tomato vines that I was going to photograph for you all but that would not be very spotty o me would it? I did learn a fun fact that I will share with you:
When tomato plants get so freakin' huge that it could vote, the vines will start to sprout roots, yes roots. Tomatos are "runners" a term tucked away in my ninth grade biology memories along with an example "strawberries." Why the hell didn't Mr. Bluni tell us that tomatos are runners too. Just think of all the other stuff he must have been holding back. That explains the spotty blogging, yes I am blaming our public school system for yet another problem in my life.
When tomato plants get so freakin' huge that it could vote, the vines will start to sprout roots, yes roots. Tomatos are "runners" a term tucked away in my ninth grade biology memories along with an example "strawberries." Why the hell didn't Mr. Bluni tell us that tomatos are runners too. Just think of all the other stuff he must have been holding back. That explains the spotty blogging, yes I am blaming our public school system for yet another problem in my life.
