Thursday, September 29, 2011

Death of a Client

My orthodontics of late has been miserable at best.

First, an appliance was installed that created a massive gap between my two front teeth. Then they covered my teeth in braces to close the gap back. Now they take off and reinstall the braces on a monthly basis. It hurts worse than enything I've ever experienced. It feels like they're ripping teeth out of my mouth while simultaneously pushing other teeth deep into my gums.

In short, it hurts.

It may eventually all be worth it.

But eventually seems a long way away.

Until then, my face is braced.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

ATM's in England

6 college classes. 1 part-time job. 3 students to tutor.

Life is busy. Life is good.

My 6 college finals will be spread out in 5 different days. Simply beautiful.

Studying for Exam MFE is much fun. It seriously is.

I am going to remove my teeth, one by one. And then I'm getting dentures. And then I'm suing myself for developing such a messed up mouth.

I've apparently already read "The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul". Time for Adam's third Dirk Gently novel: "The Salmon of Doubt."

11 weeks until I am a married man, and I still haven't hired the Jewish dancing top hat guys. I'm a slacker, I know.

If anyone finds my phone charger, please fax it to me immediately.

"I know that dreams come true. And the proof is that I have you."

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Cacoethes Scribendi

A novel, a novella, and a novelette were walking in the woods.

The novel said to the novella, "You're short." The novella said to the novelette, "You're shorter." The novelette pulled out a matchbox and set fire to other two, laughing while he did it.

The novelette then slipped out of its disguise and revealed its true identity as a work by Stephen King. The real novelette was bound and gagged and sinking to the bottom of a river close by. A wandering epic transcribed the entire event upon itself and added a good bit of fiction about a hero with a funny name rescuing the novelette and restoring order to the universe. A tragedy stumbled into the scene, mistook it for a farce, and completely failed to alert the editor. The result was that an excessively pretentious piece by Robert Frost was catapulted into undeserved fame completely by accident.

Shakespeare was too busy being the main character in a romance to notice, while Douglas Adams insisted that nothing mattered, saving it had something to do with tea or 42. Lewis Carroll went to his room to work out the situation with a deck of cards and a pencil.