On the Blog Again

Pain is a four letter word

2008-06-02T22:52:00.001-07:00

I never was one of those guys who felt it was important to run through coals of fire, or dive off a cliff, although given the state of mind, I might be given to either event.

I recently had a root canal done on my upper right and an extraction of a cracked tooth on my lower right.

Now just getting to this point of dealing with everything else except myself I cannot express the nights of pain that apexed in the night when my tooth cracked, oh the pain was so bad, like a terrible fever. The cut of my tooth, scraping against my tounge actually affected my speech. That was just an appetizer.

I took time to fix some things, one of those things was scheduling a dentist appointment, last time I had seen a dentist, was when my marilyn bridge had failed and needed to be repaired. I knew I was shooting in the dark, and so I just chose.

The Dentist was young, but had a steady hand and was straight with me. He told me it was going to be painful, he told me he would do the best he could. The root canal was no picnic, but comparitively the less physical of the two procedures. If you've ever pulled a nail out of a wall, you know what a tooth extraction is like. Many times, the tooth cracks, and then it can be nasty, mine had been cracked for months, he cracked it on his first attempt, and got it out on the second. He left for a minute where the office manager came over.

"Now Jason, there is a plaster we put on for most patients, it helps the healing process and shortens the time, it is also not covered by insurance. Do you want to pay?"

Can I explain the concept of bedside manner? I am drugged, in traumatic recovery and ready to snap. I wimper out, "how much"

"Two Hundred dollars" Ok, I don't have that and I had been entertaining the idea of getting dental implants, so I said, no; and that I could handle the longer wait time if it meant I didn't have to get something pry-ed off later.

Well apparently they also inject bone so the wound heals around it, that was important when I realized I wasn't sleeping at night anymore. Imagine waking up because someone is squeezing your jaw and the only escape is to push on your own jaw, at first I didn't put it all together. I thought the dairy I was taking in was helping me, when later I found up, simply being upright was enough. Did you know that if you shake your feet, like if you are having convulsions, that (I think) you are drawing blood away from your pain points, and the medication kicks in. I don't know, and I'm sure I won't care when I can sleep through the night.

While parking the other day...

2008-05-18T09:30:00.000-07:00

There are few things that a man loves more than his vehicle. No, that is not a euphemism for his penis, but a mans car says a lot about who he is. Where he comes from and who he answers to. I am a one man/one car and I buy used. I want to live within my means.

Some choose to adorn their steads with limericks and brand endorsements, I choose to go plain. I don't think I have to clutter. I like to keep it clean, but sometimes I feel like I live in the thing. I have to work on getting my trunk in order. It's a big ol trunk but sometimes I got too much junk in it. Again, this is not a metaphor for something else.

It's rare with so many generic cars that you can clearly define someone from the sound of their engine. A engine that brings with it a trail of gasoline which my friend and I immediately noticed, as the car passed by I noticed the back of the car marked with three letters GTO. Then the engine went silent. Bla BLa BLABLABLABLABLA the car moves up the parking lot ramp, the car stalls AGAIN, BLABLABLABLABLA SQUEEELLL, the air has a strong smell of gas and tire rubber, so is the way with old cars, before standards became standard.

Then I see fire, there is a trail of fire, just like in "Back to the Future" and first I think it's just a simple function of the car stalling out and burning out. I then look up the ramp and the driver is running down the ramp, and the car is on fire.

So I do what any blogger would have done, I pulled my camera out and asked my friend to take a picture while I made our getaway. My friends response was "We got to get out of here"

I responded with "I know, take the picture". She was thinking that we needed to leave the car, cause you can see that we are somewhat blocked in. All I can think is that, I've seen this movie; one car blows up, and then three others catch on fire, then like domino's they go off in daisy-chain fashion. So as we are pulling out, there is a group of people who are gathering engaged with the spectacle. It's curious how close we put ourselves in danger for the sake of a look.

As we head out, we see various people running with walkie talkies, I show the picture to the parking lot attendant who is already aware of the situation. A police car shows up and while waiting to open the barricade, I show him the picture so he knows what to expect as if 'car on fire' doesn't do the trick. Sometimes when we think we are helping, we are just annoying.

Driving away in my fairly new, stable, reliable, Ford Focus I feel a sense of adrenaline and thinking that I should have gotten out of my car and shot a bunch of pictures. Curious how close we put ourselves to danger for the sake of a thrill.

Conde for Presidente

2007-08-13T10:58:00.000-07:00

Ok, so if Barrock and Clinton are partnered up for presidency together, how long do you think it will take for the reblican party to bang on Condolensa's door. I think it would sound something like this...

"Dr. Rice, we'd like a few moments of your time."

"What's this all about... You're not sending me to Israel again?"

"No Doctor, well you know this is an election year coming up and not really the best for the republican party, I mean, have you seen the people they got running?"

"I like the movie guy who isn't running yet."

"Yes Fred is a good identifyable pick, but we are very concerned with the democratic picture shaping up, we want to warn you, they have a woman and a black man who will probably team up. Doesn't that make you mad?"

"Another %2 percent skim milk bitch face gonna steal another nubian god?!?! I don't think so"

These are my toes

2007-07-01T14:07:00.000-07:00

These are my toes and everyone knows that your toes are gold you know
if you've ever tried wigglin

A Picture Share!

2007-06-24T18:43:00.001-07:00

My friend Summer is a piece of work. Look at her on stage with Akil from jurassic5. Pictures don't lie.

A Picture Share!

2007-01-24T18:32:00.001-08:00

Our franchisees ROCK

A Picture Share!

2007-01-21T17:37:00.001-08:00

The gaylord is nashville is unbelievable

A Picture Share!

2007-01-18T20:00:00.000-08:00

Live at 4th and termino

A Picture Share!

2007-01-04T22:18:00.000-08:00

My adorable baby Simon

A Picture Share!

2007-01-04T21:53:00.001-08:00

This is my face this my face on blogger