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Clean bill from the dentist. As clean a bill as I could get without more X-rays, anyway; my unfilled cavities are all hidden from peeking and poking, deep down between my back teeth. But things apparently look good enough all around that nobody felt any need to attend to them just yet.

Was told that I grind my teeth, and was shown the surfaces that I've flattened over the years. It's weird... nobody mentioned this last time, including the dentist. (I saw only a technician today, though clearly a very experienced one.) But the sheared-off tips of my canines is apparently undeniable evidence to this activity. I'm supposed to pay attention to it over the next few months. (And if I don't catch myself doing it, that means I am probably doing it in my sleep, and get to stuff things in my mouth before going to bed. Joy...)

BWOOP BWOOP CONTAINMENT BREACH IN AFT DECKS

A midsummer reminder to my fellow humans:

No matter who you are, or what you look like, carpenter crack really and truly does not become you.

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WP's article about fuck is a thing of beauty.

"Fucking fucker's fucking fucked, fuck!" ("It is broken, with additional emphasis on dismay.")

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Ew, gross, my neighbors at the Deisel are playing Monopoly. I am probably feeling something faintly akin to what my kid-lit-crit pals feel when people gush over Harry Potter. Here's a quarter, kid; go buy yourself a real board game.

They look like they might be a would-be couple getting to know each other, too. Oh no, they're doing it all wrong. This is what Kosmos's Games for Two line is for, you knuckleheads. Ah, I cannot watch. O the calamity.

I am going to start an LJ community called monopolyfree just so I can make indignant posts every time I see people with the gall to bring their Monopoly sets out in public where I have to listen to their dice rattling. I will call these people monopomoos.

I will show them. I will show them all.