I had the pleasure of a teeth cleaning yesterday at the dentist. I don't really mind going to the dentist, or the doctor, even when it's for that exam. I figure I'd rather know that I was in good health and have one less thing to worry about.
Going to the dentist locally is like taking a trip back to the 1970s. The time warp begins as soon as you enter the office. Wood paneling covers the walls along with an assorted collection of cutesy wood carvings. The furniture echoes the time period and it's almost shocking to see the latest edition of Martha Stewart's Living on the coffee table.
When the hygienist calls me into the office, I'm unsurprised to see a cheesy, ocean landscape painting adorning the wall. It's the kind of painting you'd expect to see at one of those "Starving Artist" sales where you can pick up paintings for $29.
While the hygienist gets me settled in and starts sorting out her instruments, "Islands In The Stream" by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton waft over the sound system. As my teeth and gum are gouged away at, I hear Karen Carpenter's voice trying to ease any pain I might be feeling. That's soon followed by Richard Marx. The hygienist hums happily along, pausing to tell me to rinse and spit.
I receive a clean bill of health and some Listerine for a final mouth rinse. Looking at my watch, I'm surprised that less than a half-hour as passed and I'm back to 2007 as some Kylie Minogue blares over my car stereo.
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