I'm Sorry, I Have No Recollection of That

I must say that many of the events that happened the day of the my surgery are blurred or forgotten. I was given the option of being knocked out for the procedure and I took it. I was also given Valium. I don't remember going under and it seemed only a few seconds had passed when I came to. But the surgery was done. I stood up and stumbled some, paid an enormous amount of money, and left. Somehow I made it home. I don't remember anything of the trip. The next several hours I mostly slept. There were several calls of concern, I spoke gibberish to them and once passed out. By night I was sensible again. By last night the stitches were already coming out, which is probably for the best because I couldn't stop playing with them. It's not very pretty, bruised and all that. Today I spoke to the doctor, who told me that everything should be fine, no root canal is necessary, my teeth are staying put, I picked up some anitbiotics as a precaution. Hopefully this oral catastophe is over.

Worst-Case Scenario

I went to the dentist today as my condition was not improving very much. As I sat in the chair that forced me into a reclined position and waited for the doctor, the grinding from another room filled me with unease. They had already taken my x-ray. Now I was just waiting to hear. I was thinking a sinus infection, gum infection treated with some antibiotics, worst case scenario they cut me and clean the infection. I could handle this, going in, knowing what to expect. I had prepared myself for this. This however is not what I got.
The dentist very bluntly let me know that I had a cyst in my mouth, that possibly developed over years from an earlier dental incident. I needed to go to a specialist for oral surgery to remove it, then possibly a root canal, and there was a small chance of losing one of my front teeth because of possible nerve or bone damage. OK, I am not an easy queesy but anything involving my teeth, I just cannot handle. I have had nightmares for years of my teeth falling out. Now you're telling me this nightmare might come true? Suddenly I got shaky and panicky, though I tried to maintain composure in the office. Once I got out I was a mess, pacing the sidewalk, holding my mouth, hot flashes of panic and dread. It was like being thrown in a box filled with whatever makes you feel the most icky.
The surgery is set for 12 noon tomorrow. I made the appointment while still in the other office, I just want this shit taken care of!! Honestly, I am scared shitless. I am just trying to hope that the situation is better than I fear. You might think this an absurb fear, but to me it's quite real. at any rate, I'll keep you updated.

R.I.P Eddie

Moose the dog, is dead. He died at the ripe old age of 16 1/2 years. Today we celebrate his death...um, I mean life.
Score one for "Go Find Out If God Is Real For Us," the best named team on cash4cadavers. That's right! We are on the charts with our first confirmed death. 10400 points as we were the only team to have moose as a canidate for demise. Let the domino effect begin! Oddly enough Moose passed away on the 22nd (the same day I blogged asking about his continued existence.) I feel we were linked somehow and in the depths of my soul I felt him pass.
Please.... a moment of silence for a grade A pup and one hell of an actor....

Wooo-whoooo!!!!

FYE

An entertaining intermingling of puppetry and animation, visually it's pretty fun.

Rage Against the Screeech

Screech! You expect the public to hand over their hard-earned money while you sit on your ass and moan that your house is being taken away from you?? while you can't yourself take the time out to answer a short collection of inciteful and entertaining questions, prepared by those ready to join in your cause???
For those of you that don't know, Dustin Diamond, more popularly known as Screech from the 1990's hit show Saved by the Bell, is calling on the public to help save his home from foreclosure. He asking people to either buy a $15-20 shirt or a $1,000 brick to help in the effort. Why is he asking this from us? Because he thinks he deserves it from all the great contribution he made toward society from his prosperity working on a sucessful TV show?? Because we should feel sorry for has-been actors or actors who blow all their money on gay porn?? Or maybe what you are really doing Mr. Diamond, is letting loose a gimmick to those stupid or symphathetic enough to pay 20 bucks for a oversized T with your ugly mug on it. Anyway, these were the questions prepared by myself and a friend.

question one: do you believe there are enough crazed saved by the bell fans to save your home?

question two: were you swindled or bamboozled out of your money like that short kid on different strokes or did you just overspend?

question three: since miss bliss was only on SBTB for two seasons, do you think she is facing the same financial troubles?

question four: what advice would you give up and coming actors about money management?

question five: how come mr. belding isn't coughing up any dough? is it because he saved your ass so many times at bayside high?

question six: after the success of selling so many tee-shirts have you considered becoming an ebay powerseller?

question seven: did you, no… sorry… did screech ever have a man-crush on zack morris?

question eight: are you planning on introducing a sexier tee-shirt for your female fans so that you will constantly be smothered in boobies all day?

question nine: saved by the bell, the senior (home) years. what is your opinion on this? I know at least one person that would watch (picture me waving!)

question ten: how big a party should your fans expect to have at your house after saving it for you and will there be drugs, booze, and strippers?

Now you're obviously not doing shit in the way of work to save your house, so my guess is you're online googling nude pics Tiffany Amber-Thiessen. Get your hand out'cho pants and try responding to the few people in the world still interested in the novelty that is you.

(here's his link, go there and make all sorts of false promises to crush his spirit.) http://www.getdshirts.com/index.html

Robin Hood: Prince of Montana

Let's see, things I haven't bothered to mention...I did not get the stand-in from the interview I had the other day. It was given to someone far less deserving in my opinion.
Had my headshots taken on Friday. It went well and I should get them back next week. There are a variety of shots and so I may even choose two to make prints of.
I was recently fascinated my the longevity of the tortoise.
Addwaita was a 255-year-old Aldabra gaint tortoise who died back in March. Harriet the turtle died a couple of days ago at 175. She was actual ly believed to have been orginally trasported by Darwin when visiting the Galapagos islands. Besides trees and whatnot these turtle live longer than pretty much anything else on the planet.
And finally, one of the screenplay contests I entered finished today. I did not win. Not a big deal. The feedback was interesting. I received three reviews: two quite good and one very very unimpressed reader. Oh well, it's not for everyone. Everyone loved the dialogue and no one was really too fond of the ending.
It hasn't really been a good weekend at all. I kind of feel like I am in a vacuum. I am trying some over the counter medication against my mysterious ailment. It's still coming and going through. It's distracting me from getting anything productive done and its frustrating. Very much so. It's pretty much the root of all my problems right now.
I watched Enemy at the Gates again today. I like the movie, especially the actors, but I don't like when actors don't attempt to match the dialects of their characters. Especially good actors. It's like, "come on you're Ed harris, Jude Law!!! Why aren't you doing an accent while others are???" And I think we all remember Kevin Costner in....well... anything!!!

Bad Day

It has not been a good day. It's mainly been me lying in bed, watching TV, trying to ignore pain. The pain however was relentless. Aspirin hasn't been much of a help. It's crept into my head and now I have a headache. It has not been a good day at all.