The same as a sweltering jungle. Blech!

I guess I should start with a run down of what is currently going on in my mouth. Like I said I have had 7 teeth extracted: #'s 2, 3, 4, 12, 13, 15, & 19. I was also born without wisdom teeth. (I know. Luckily, right?) Below is a diagram of the teeth numbers and other info.

I have only learned the numbers and names of teeth by listening and paying attention to what my numerous dentists have talked about with their assistants. I feel it is important to know a good deal about the subject since it is a major part of my health concerns. I don't see how people can just go in and ignore all the information available about what's ailing them.

I don't really have any molars left. #'s 18 & 20 are almost non-existent from decay. However, 21 through 31 are doing just fine after my last session in the chair when I had seven cavities filled. #5 through 11 are falling apart slowly and are, in my opinion, not worth the effort. The only spot in my mouth where my teeth actually come together so I can chew food is between 10 &11 on top and 22 & 23 on bottom. I have had to adjust my mastication techniques throughout the years due to sensitivity, damage or missing teeth so my jaw is all out of whack too.

All for now...

Daddy needs a new set of teeth.

WARNING: Subject matter may be too much for the squeamish!



Over the 31 years of my life, I have endured many a hardship when it comes to my teeth. I cannot or will not put the blame on anyone or anything except fate because there are too many factors to why I have horribly rotting teeth to narrow it to just one culprit. I have had 7 teeth extracted (yanked out of my head) in the past 10 years and a majority of the rest of them are sharp crags, jutting from sore and sensitive gums. My mouth is a veritable graveyard with numerous stories of pain, circumstance and battles that individual teeth have lost when faced with a difficult job (crisp dill pickle, apple slice, crusty baguette, berry seeds, et al.).

For some reason I feel like I should chronicle my mouth developments on this here blog. There will be some major changes in the coming months. You may find it interesting and/or disgusting. You may feel ill or angry. Whatever you feel don't feel sorry for me because very soon thanks to a recent infection and some pretty good dental insurance I will be getting an immediate upper denture. Yes, I said denture. I am not 70 or a meth smoker. Just ready for some new teeth.


The picture above is of my face when I had that nasty recent infection. It turns out I had an infection in two teeth this time not just one like all the other times. Pretty, Huh?

More to come....

Active Shooter! Ahhhh Shoot!

So yeah, I was in Psych class and there was some beeping in the hallway that nobody really paid any attention to. Turns out that means Active Shooter on campus. Anyway, we turned off the lights and locked the door and sat against a wall for like half an hour. Most people were giggling and suspecting each other. It was all rather ridiculous. I was the only one with a laptop and I kept checking the PCC website for news but they didn't post anything until like ten minutes before they let us out of lockdown. I guess (from all the second and third hand reports of the "cell reporters" in the class) there was a suicidal person in the building next to us threatening their life and the lives of anyone who stopped them. Fun.

The Story of Stuff

I think everyone should see this. It puts everything into perspective. If you know a little about the subject or a lot it is still a great way to see The Story of Stuff.

Social Impediment Complications

Lately I have realized as I get older I tend to shorten my salutations to passerbys and/or neighbors. The innocent wish of "Good Morning" has become "Mornin'", "Good Afternoon" becomes "Afternoon" and so on. Then there is the head nod. In a culture that thinks it is rude to look at other people needs an escape route. Enter the Nod. It can mean "Hey, what's up?", "I acknowledge your presence as we walk past each other in silence" or the most common "I was just staring at you and you looked at me too so now without having a conversation or any more awkward ogling we should both agree to an exit plan to get out of this contract we just initiated with our eyes".
I think I might have to get more creative and do a little jig as I go by or just hand out info cards telling all the basics about myself before any other inital contact. Wouldn't things be interesting if we were all blind and had to grope our way through greetings? What if we met like dogs? We could all just tattoo our names on our palms and just wave our introductions. That might cut down on handshake transmitted disease.

Another reason I should have gone to college a long time ago.

This post is dedicated to all my teachers in high school who thought I was just a lazy, dumb stoner. 1. My eyes were red because of seasonal allergies. 2. I did not get good grades in your class because you did not motivate me to care about your class. I may have found the material interesting, Mr. Dickson, but I did not respect you enough to show you my work. 3. I have a 4.0 in college now. Pthththththththtiiit!!! Nyah Nyah! Suck it.

Out damn carbon, out!

See what we're doing to the oceans here.
http://www.pmel.noaa.gov/pubs/PDF/feel2899/feel2899.pdf

Read about the science of it all here.
http://www.giss.nasa.gov/research/briefs/