Monday, July 23, 2007

Siriusly - Tallulah is dementor-ed

I have gone totally, utterly and entirely insane. It really all started with a little movie called Dracula a million years ago but I did eventually get over it but it's Sirius! What is it about wrongly accused, tattooed, long haired rebels that just drive me flippin batty? That reminds me Dracula....
I scare myself sometimes.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

All Hallowed Out!

I just finished Harry Potter Book 7...I'm limp.


Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Tallu said A O Way to Go Ohio (insert killer bassline here)

Well my mama is a movin' closer to her

About 1 hour ago...I learned that I can move my mother to Ohio as her HMO is also based there. This was not information that was previously given to me, but there was a new HR benefit person and she was very willing to do an excellent job for me...yay new employees that care about doing their job!

So the adventure of ailing parent and child trying to keep a career continues. Only this journey will include cross country shinanigans and more commuting on behalf of me. I really really want a Prius or a diesel Jetta from the 90s (they gets lots of good mpg). And luckily this time I will have camera at the ready to chronicle.

I can see some new posts in the future like:

  • A wheelchair and train: The story of mama's ride
  • Tallu goes to Cleveland
  • Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame - Why is it in Ohio?
  • Cleveland Rocks - does it really?
Stay tuned for answers to all this and more in weeks to come....

Wednesday, July 11, 2007


3 hours in a dental chair with a brand new dentist. Lots and lots of Novocaine with a few laughs in between. Tallulah here representin' West Virginia and her first visit to a dentist since sadly her family dentist passed away a few years ago. RIP the DDS of North Hollywood, CA.

I have a GREAT dentist here! No pain well maybe some...but he was quite liberal with the libation that is Novocaine AND I didn't even feel the shot...what I did feel was the molten rubber that replaced those roots of yesteryear...molten rubber...can't be good but what sweet relief.

A root canal is the weirdest thing, not that I've ever been through but pretty damn close. Strange little files that I could feel going deep up into my face and then the filing sound in my brain...Body snatchers is all I could think of (Parco remember the Wings Coming Up video). While in the chair I kept seeing him shake his head in an ominous way, finally I held up my hand and tried to say : Doth...wha ih wrah ah Eye difor (translate that to: Doc what is wrong am I deformed)? He couldn't help but try to contain his giggle.

Kindly he said: No but I think your roots are much longer than the average 20-25mm.

So he kept prodding with longer and longer (what looked to me as sewing machine needles). That's when he said: 30 mm for 2 and 31 for 1. So it turns out that I'm just as deformed up in the teeth roots as I was in the uterus (uterine horn plus a uterus that was in the shape of Arkansas but I digress HOWEVER I did exclaim this thought out loud which I will not translate into Novocaine speak BUT it did ease the tension between dentist, dental assistant and patient with very loud chortles).

After all was said, done and paid for. I asked the dentist had he ever seen anyone with roots as long as mine? He said one other and he had to transfer the guy to a specialist as he did not have anything that long before. (insert Monty Python long is it? That's a very personal question - which of course I mentioned AND he GOT IT!) So then I said...was the guy born before 1967 he couldn't answer that (HIPAA and all).

You may be thinking why did I say that? My first thought was, if the guy before me had longer roots in his teeth and was born around the same time give or take 7 years could this be 1. a deformity 2. evolution.

So of course in my bible belt community without thought to what anyone may believe I blurted out: Doth, you (drool) ma wha to wri abou iss....Translate to: Doc, you may want to write about this, this could be a sign of evolution. See if after 1940 there is an increase in tooth root length.

His eyes lit up.

I said maybe there is a correlation (This type of thought pattern is because I've been working on some serious web development functionalities for months now) Then to just make matters worse I blurted: who knows maybe in years to come instead of hair there will be teeth roots ....maybe that was the Novocaine talking. And then again maybe his eyes lighting up was just that he knew this newbie in West Virginia from California was certifiably insane.

Glad to be crazy, wacky, kooky...If I wasn't I'd of slit my wrists years ago.

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Friday, July 06, 2007

Yaye Melts in Your Mouth...

Bloggess (Blog+Goddess), Jenny of ljcfyi recently made herself into a Simpsons character, but I preferred her M&M version from a few months back, so I decided to follow suit: meet Urban Candy-coated Yaye!

Jenny's blog was the very first one I ever read back in 2002 (or possibly late 2001, not sure). Believe me, I felt like a freak reading this woman's daily journal of her life. Little did I know the Blogcano that would soon erupt and leave none unscathed.

Her blog should be the template for all others. It's impeccable, with customized icons and stellar banners (she's outrageously creative), categories, archives, etc. -- and it really is updated EVERY DAY! She seems to lead an ideal life full of friends, family and celebration, which she captures with digital photos every step of the way (she works for Kodak!). She's the kind of person who makes an occasion out of every life occurence, and thereby makes the rest of us feel like slugs.

I lurv her, in a non-stalker, devoted blog reader kind of way.

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Weren't you supposed to haggle?

Imagine a remake of Life of Brian with least this guy got the fake beard right.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Hey Tallu, How Did It Go At the Dentist?

July 2nd as I recall.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Yaye Remembers Boys from New York City

So, you're only going to learn about one boy from New York City in this post, despite the title above...

Here's a book that was illustrated by my second New York roommate, the brilliant, gifted and hilarious Mark Corcoran (I really wish I had a scan of his gorgeous book, "Night, Circus"):
There used to be two more boys that I wrote about, but there was hissying and objections, so I have removed those references, which leaves this a pretty brief post.

Sorry, Internets.

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