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21 September 2000


11:19 PM: Dentist today, for "Deep Cleaning". I feel like a kitchen sink or something. But what that really means is that he reaches in with some nasty pointy things, pulls the gums way up away from the teeth, and then takes some other nasty pointy things and SCRAPES REALLY HARD on your teeth, trying to get rid of all the mineralized fungus or bacteria or whatever it is.

Yes, the best they can do, scrape your teeth with a piece of metal. What year is this?

I was on gas and several shots of novocaine so it wasn't too bad. Just long. Getting there and back took almost as long as the whole procedure, seemed like. Go Muni. Then I came into work and everyone made fun of me just because I drooled a little, how unkind.

Elastica was much fun last night. Too short a set - not much more than 30 minutes, and a two-song encore. I think the Meat Puppets played about twice as long as that as the opening act. Lazy? Surly? On Drugs? English? All of these? Possibly.


Oooh! Ooh! oOoooh! GIANTS CLINCH! hweee! Some cow orkers just came in and said that the Giants won tonight, clinching the division title, yes! Now, Mission Difficult: getting tickets for one of their games against the Mets. Though, dare I go, being Cursed Boy and all? Maybe I should leave the country instead. Maybe they should pay me to leave the country...




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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