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Monday, September 28, 2009

Road Apples #44

Mackenzie Phillips...I heard the news last week about the relationship between Mackenzie Phillips and her late father "Papa" John Phillips. First, I think I am soiling the word "relationship" by using it to describe what happened, but it's the best I can come up with at 6:39am. Second, I never cease to be amazed at the depths people will go when they are on the drug of their choice. Finally, there are few greater sins than that of a father harming his children. This is simple revolting.

This Week...Is going to be chilly, which is fine by me. I'd prefer that my furnace be fully up to the task of heating, but it will do. I have about $575 worth of repairs pending to it, but the plumber can't get to it for a week or two. There's basically a whole bunch of pipes that need to be replaced, work that's needed to be done for several years. One of these pipes should have lasted the life of the house, but I suspect that some mine subsidence in the late 60's caused a little bit of settling, which caused this mail steam pipe to bow; that caused it to eventually leak. Anyway, the furnace works, but I'd prefer that it not have to (much) until the repair is completed.

Facebook...Am I the only one that hates it when Facebook "suggests" friends for you? I can't tell you the number of times it has suggested "John Smith" (name changed to protect the innocent) as a friend, but yet I have no interested in having someone as a Facebook friend that I don't actually know. Well that's not true, as I do have some that I barely (or don't at all) know, but those were people that approached me first...which is different. I know, I'm splitting hairs on that one.

Dental News...Well today is, I think (make that "hope") my final, last, concluding, curtain-call, in the dental implant saga. Ten months ago I was eating a hamburger from the cafeteria at work and bit into something hard. I felt a little pain, but didn't think anything of it. After a few days the discomfort grew worse, so I went to see my dentist. The diagnosis? I had cracked the root of a tooth that had previously had a root-canal, and there was nothing that could be done to save it. After a recommendation from my dentist and a consultation with a periodontist, I decided to get a dental implant to replace it. What happens today? Well I get the new fake tooth fitted over the metal screw that gets threaded into the titanium thing in my skull. As I've said all along, in 500 years someone will open up my grave and see a pile of dust...plus one titanium screw. It's my own piece of immortality. On a more serious note, while my cousin had a serious problem with one of her implants, so far this is something I'd recommend to someone else. The final word from the jury will come this evening, but so far so good.

New Shoes...I hate buying new shoes and I hate wearing new shoes. However new shoes are a requirement when the old ones have holes in them. Why do the old ones have holes in them? Because I wear them down for so long that eventually they just fall apart. Why? Because I hate buying and wearing new shoes. So far so good on the new pair...a fine 'Nun Bush' brown pair that seems to be reasonably comfortable. Nothing is more comfortable than my old Hush Puppies, but alas, I did need to buy something a bit more dressy. Growing up sucks.

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