Caution: Vampires

Something tells me this door is on the city councilman’s office in Lawndale, California.

Link via Oddly Specific.

Bacombardi Trophy

The only thing more awesome than the actual Lombardi Trophy (what you get for winning the Super Bowl, for you non-football types), would be if someone figured out a way to have the Lombardi Trophy made completely out of bacon:

This is from BBQ addicts, the same people as the bacon explosion. That’s two ridiculously awesome bacon products, and counting. For serious, some people are destined for greatness. Some people are destined for saint hood.

Top 5 Reasons I Hate the Dentist

Sometimes when you go to the dentist, they give you a survey that basically amounts to, “Does going to the dentist make you anxious?” Well of course it does! If dentists don’t want you to be anxious, they should stop doing horrible things to you. I have my own personal reasons to dislike the dentist, but I’m sure you all do too.
  1. I had braces for 4 years. To anybody who has had orthodontics, this is all I need to say. 4 years is a long time. Allllll the way through high school, mind you. People who haven’t had braces probably think the bad part is that you look dumb or something. In reality, braces are pure torture. Teeth so sore you can’t eat or sleep, wires literally poking holes in your gums, and the inside of your lips turning into a bloody mess are all considered routine. Sometimes my teeth hurt so bad that I would pour a bowl of frosted flakes and let it sit in the milk until it was soggy, so I could drink it down without chewing. I endured this for four years.
  2. I’ve had a lot of teeth pulled. First they insert giant foot long needles into your mouth to numb you up. Then they use something like a screwdriver to push on your tooth until it breaks. This is not a finesse game, it is literally just brute force breaking off your tooth. The dentist has to brace himself against the chair. But at least it was for a good reason, right? Wrong. I had 1 tooth that did not have an adult tooth underneath it, so they pulled that tooth, and then they pulled the OTHER THREE PERFECTLY GOOD TEETH to make things even, and then proceeded to use orthodontia to pull all the rest of my teeth forward, to close the gap (see #1 above). I’d also like to note, these weren’t the only teeth I’ve had pulled. Counting my wisdom teeth, I’ve had 10 pulled total.
  3. Dentists are not above scamming you. One time, for a cleaning, the dentist used this crazy new sonic water sprayer cleaner thing. They explained how it was better because it was so much faster. Now to me, I didn’t really care. In some ways it was less comfortable than the old way. So I certainly wasn’t begging for it. When I got up to the front, I was told I had to pay extra because the super special tooth cleaning wasn’t covered by insurance. When I said I didn’t ask for it, they said, “Well, they are supposed to tell you first, those naughty hygienists. But you still have to pay.” I ended up paying (which I really regret), but when I got home, I found out they did exactly the same thing to Sara! That was just the tip of the iceberg with that particular dentist, but Sara can tell those stories. I’ll give you an example though: the dentist intentionally put too-white crowns on Sara’s teeth, in an ill-fated attempt to sell her teeth whitening. Obviously, Sara would have to lighten the rest of her teeth to match the new crowns, right? When did dentists go from respected doctors to used car salesmen?
  4. I had all of my wisdom teeth pulled, and I was awake for every blessed second of it. Some of them were majorly impacted, and removing them involved using a knife to cut my gum, a power saw to quarter the tooth (still inside my gum), removing the tooth pieces, and finally stitching up the gum. Sure, it doesn’t hurt per say, but you know what they’re doing. It hurts you mentally. It should also be mentioned that, as I sat in the waiting room, my dad leans over and asks me, “Have you ever seen The Dentist?” The Dentist, which I had in fact seen, is a movie about a dentist who goes crazy and just starts like ripping out people’s teeth. Not the sort of thought you should put in someone’s head, minutes before a major dental procedure.
  5. The dentist told me I had just a touch of a bad spot right on the top of my tooth. He thought he could drill it out without using any sort of numbing agent. He convinced me to give it a try. He just said, “If it starts hurting, just stop me and we can numb you up.” So he starts drilling away, but after a while I stop him and tell him it’s really hurting. He’s like, “Look, I understand, but it’s really just a few minutes more at the most. If we have to numb you up, you’ll have to sit here for at least 3o minutes until it kicks in, just to drill for a minute or two.” So finally he convinced me to grin and bear it, and finished it off. I’m not going to lie, it was pretty rough. The worst part? Next time I came in, he was reviewing my chart and said, “Jesus, you got drilled with no novacaine? That’s tough man, I wouldn’t be able to do that.” YOU TALKED ME INTO IT! It’s not like I was begging you to drill me, you freaking psychopath.

It’s not like these are the only stories. And this didn’t even get into the routine stuff, like having cavities filled. So if I can come up with 5 awful stories, above and beyond the normal bad stuff, then is it any wonder I am not fond of going to the dentist? If anything, it’s a wonder I go to the dentist at all.

Google Buzz

Can anybody explain to me what the deal is with Google Buzz?

It was sort of billed as Google’s answer to the whole social media thing. In reality, it seems to be just sort of a Twitter aggregator, so you can get your updates in with your mail. So it’s kind of like facebook, except with out all the features. Twitter itself has a better interface. Why add a middle man into things, especially when it adds nothing?

Okay, so maybe I don’t have to check another web page, I can pull that stuff into my gmail. That’s the (dubious) upside. The downside is that it seems to update inconsistently, I don’t completely understand how to use it, and it doesn’t work as well as the original websites it pulls in. In fact, what ends up happening, is that I read a few of the twitter feeds available there, so that when I actually go try to read the real feeds to catch the stuff I missed, I end up re-reading a bunch of things I already saw, and trying to sort those out.

I just can’t figure out what they were going for. What’s the point? This is even more worthless than Google Wave.

That’s two strikes Google! I’m so disappointed with you. Like two months ago, I thought you could do no wrong. Who’s at the wheel over there?

Writing Her Name

I did that!

And I’ve never even seen her write a single letter before, much less a word!

We’ve already found an excuse to make a trip back to Joy Yee. This time, as promised, we were a lot more adventurous. Almost too adventurous. First off we had some duck egg rolls, which were pretty good (Although really, it was mostly due to the awesome sweet and sour sauce they have). Not too crazy. Then I ordered a red bean freeze. If you’ve never had red bean ice cream, it’s really good. It’s pretty much like cherry. This, however, had real red beans that I had to eat with a spoon (except for the ones I was able to suck up with the straw). It was weird, but good. Like sweet pinto beans. Finally, was my super good, suuuuuper spicy Korean soup. I know that Korean food has a reputation for being spicy, but yowza. And that wasn’t even the worst part of it. I’d say the worst part were the enormous squids floating around in there. I like calamari now and again, but something about the way that the two long grasping tentacles hang down longer than the other ones. And 6 inches is just a little over the line for me, size wise. I ate a smaller one, but that’s all I could manage. Still, despite all of that, it was super delicious, and I was extremely happy with the meal as a whole, which I didn’t even come close to finishing.

Maybe my valiant effort is what prompted this:

::Evie sticking out her belly::
Sara: “Who’s belly is bigger, Evie’s or Mommy’s?”
Evie: “Daddy’s!”