Oh, that just made my night. And I’m thinking the doctors would be highfiving each other out of sight at the sight of having a patient who could pee so amazingly well.

Remember to wipe front to back, metta. :)

Just got back to work after major dental work - one extraction, six crowns. Front teeth are SO friggin’ sensitive right now but the Lortab should be kicking in any minute. Two weeks until the permanent crowns+bridge are ready - and even with this costing me a significant chunk of my savings + family assistance + maxing out my insurance for the year, I can smile without being embarrassed for the first time in about twelve years.

So worth it.

Dental work sucks, it feels like its so damned primitive, where is the vaccination against the bacteria that causes cavities or being able to grow new enamel.

I got the triple whammy - inherited soft enamel from my dad, plus a period of absolutely horrible dental hygiene, plus facial injuries and head trauma that started a pretty bad domino effect.

Whoo, the Lortab’s kicking in. Everyone in the office knows to keep an eye out - the last time I took strong painkillers at work, I accidentally took two Vicodin in under an hour and… well, anyone seen Death at a Funeral? It was kind of like that.

I’m a boy, but okay :)

See, if some of said it burns when we pee, there would be all kinds of jokes.

I’ve finally seen pearl jam play live. They were awesome. Best. Birthday. Present. Ever.

In four days it will be exactly 10 years ago I last heard Pearl Jam live at a concert that changed me forever.

…nine deaths will do that.

Changed you how? I saw Pearl Jam play at Lollapalooza in 92. They put on a good show.

So today my girlfriend and I closed on a condo. The funny thing is that for years as we saw it going up, we always pointed out how cool it would be to buy a place there. About 6 weeks ago the opportunity came and we jumped on it - a bit earlier than we would have liked (we were getting ready to lease another place in the same town), but it all worked out for the best.

I’m a better man for having seen them live.

I saw Pearl Jam open for Run Westy Run and Soul Asylum at Cabaret Metro in Chicago, probably early 1990. We were all, like, WTF? Quit standing on the monitors and yarling, y’douche!

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IT’S PRETTY AWESOME!

Thanks, everyone. I AM SO HAPPY. It was basically the best wedding I’ve ever been at, easy.

Well, congratulations again, then.

It was a great year, a great summer and a great tradition of carefree fun and drunken revelry.
I was really torn between Pearl Jam and Underworld. Pearl Jam was playing the big scene and when I’m there I’m always in one of the front 3 rows, but this once I decided to hang back and go to the Underworld show, so I only heard a few songs - when I emerged later 9 young men had been trampled to death and everything was chaos.

I was working the official festival radio so the rest of that night I dealt with desperate parents calling any number they could find to get news and find out if their kid was amongst the 9.
They died in the spot where I had been the night before and so many concerts before that.

This morning the dogs were out in the yard and started playing with a hedgehog. And by playing, I mean two dogs biting it and pulling in opposite directions. Hedgehog spines are surprisingly inefficient even against small dogs. We finally got the dogs under control and the poor hedgehog was still alive, somehow, so I put it outside the yard under a tree. A few hours later I came back to check and it was still just lying there, still breathing, surrounded by flies. It had turned face upwards so I got to see it’s head. I felt like I couldn’t just leave it there in pain for who knows how long before it died so I killed it. And it sucked. Ruined an otherwise beautiful day.

I spent 30 minutes riding around on the race track today in an American Iron series spec race car disguised as a Ford Mustang (limit of 9.5:1 weight to HP ratio). Holy bleeping mother bleep of christ bleep hell Jesus… There wasn’t one moment that I wasn’t feeling 3G+ in at least one direction. The forces never let up for an instant. I have a renewed respect for race drivers. Hot as hell in there too, was warned to keep my feet away from the firewall lest my soles melt.

My next session 90 minutes later was in a mini cooper S. Engine was more or less stock, but the suspension was completely different. This driver/instructor was as crazy as the first. Both times, I left grinning like an idiot. I was still giggling to myself in amazement 15 minutes later.

I also met a porn producer while checking out his car. He introduced himself by commenting on the rather large lens I had on my camera, and then following up with “hey, want to see some pictures of my porn star girlfriend? That’s what I do. I shoot porn.”