School, Dentistry, Movies, Food, Sex, Art, Sleep, Etcetera
Some shit what's been happenin' to me in the past li'l while goes a little somethin' like this:
Got a bloomin' assignment paper due on Thursday, a critical analysis of Anton Chekhov's stageplay, "The Seagull: a comedy in four acts". Haven't done much work on it as yet. Must finish reading the play tonight!
Am currently undergoing a 'root canal'. Well, not directly as I type but as an ongoing current event in mi existence. This adventure in dentistry is being undertaken over three or four sessions, two of which I have had already. Last week I was in that bloody chair for an hour and an half as the dentist was cleaning out my tooth tunnel but because it is, I am told, unusually long and unusually narrow he couldn't even finish that part of the job then! Got to return for session number three in a couple of weeks.
Been watching some movies, such as "The Last Laugh" (1924) directed by F. W. Murnau, for example, which was well-made and depressing until the final act which was bad and unrealistically uplifting. A title-card did, however, inform us that the filmmakers were aware that in real-life the old ex-porter's tale would have (probably) ended in the misery just depicted and warned us of the unrealism of the happy ending to follow. A strikingly photographed film, one of the most beloved of the period's German Expressionism, and I recommend it.
Plus, the usual gang of idiots, like eating vegetarian meals, having sexual intercourse, having verbal intercourse, working on artistic stuff, sleeping, etcetera. (Etcetera is actually the most interesting of them all, perhaps, and involves two tablespoons of et, half a cup of cet and thirteen pig snouts full of era.) (What the hail is I talkin' 'bout?) (Yeah! Get lost, S. Gregory!) (Okay, but I already don't know where I am so does that mean I have to find my mind again?) (Shut up.) (Oh, okay, sorry.)
Got a bloomin' assignment paper due on Thursday, a critical analysis of Anton Chekhov's stageplay, "The Seagull: a comedy in four acts". Haven't done much work on it as yet. Must finish reading the play tonight!
Am currently undergoing a 'root canal'. Well, not directly as I type but as an ongoing current event in mi existence. This adventure in dentistry is being undertaken over three or four sessions, two of which I have had already. Last week I was in that bloody chair for an hour and an half as the dentist was cleaning out my tooth tunnel but because it is, I am told, unusually long and unusually narrow he couldn't even finish that part of the job then! Got to return for session number three in a couple of weeks.
Been watching some movies, such as "The Last Laugh" (1924) directed by F. W. Murnau, for example, which was well-made and depressing until the final act which was bad and unrealistically uplifting. A title-card did, however, inform us that the filmmakers were aware that in real-life the old ex-porter's tale would have (probably) ended in the misery just depicted and warned us of the unrealism of the happy ending to follow. A strikingly photographed film, one of the most beloved of the period's German Expressionism, and I recommend it.
Plus, the usual gang of idiots, like eating vegetarian meals, having sexual intercourse, having verbal intercourse, working on artistic stuff, sleeping, etcetera. (Etcetera is actually the most interesting of them all, perhaps, and involves two tablespoons of et, half a cup of cet and thirteen pig snouts full of era.) (What the hail is I talkin' 'bout?) (Yeah! Get lost, S. Gregory!) (Okay, but I already don't know where I am so does that mean I have to find my mind again?) (Shut up.) (Oh, okay, sorry.)
posted by S. Gregory | 9:02 pm
2 Comments:
root canals shouldn't take more than an hour start to finish. otherwise, it's just dental chair torture.
what makes people want to become dentists anyway?
DN: Yeah, I always wonder that when I'm in their 'torture chair' - what the hell made you want to poke around in someone's slobbery cakehole for all your working life? Even if it's something so bland as a desire to accumulate money, surely there are less physically disgusting ways!
N1F: Only someone silly like you or I would be silly like you or I, er, um, er...
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