So after three days of sophomoric pseudo-existentialist interactive art "humor" we now continue with our regularly scheduled naval gazing!

Went to the Dentist today. And I had a damn cavity! Such an unpleasant start to the morning. And it wasn't just the pain, or the sound... but the smell. A little bit like a wood burning kit, but with the knowledge that it's my poor teeth bearing the brunt.

I suppose it's good that my dentist sticks with good old novocaine but sometimes I wish I had a guy who would use laughing gas instead.

Article of the Moment
Everybody knows that hindsight is 20-20, and those of us who worked on "Operation What Could Go Wrong?" — which was subsequently rechristened "Operation Nothing to Worry About" and then slightly modified and relaunched as "Operation Aiiiieeeeeeeee! Run!" — cannot help but notice, every time we pick up a newspaper or turn on a newscast or watch a late-night comedy show, that everyone is suddenly a big, gosh-darned expert on how to shoot down a spy satellite.
You know I didn't know the satellite in question is the size of a bus... I was thinking these things are more like washing machines or that scale of large appliance. (thanks Bill the Splut)

Quote of the Moment
We're all in this alone.