“I think being a grownup is all about alienation and homesickness; what’s lonelier than being grown?”
- SDR, in Germany
December, 2007 Monthly archive
“I think they’ve gotten worse.”
My teeth, I meant. Doc was hanging over me, looking concerned. He stared into my mouth a few moments before pronouncing his verdict, which no 29 year-old who’s spent 2.8 years at the orthodontist wants to hear:
“Hmm, I was hoping to see a finished case here, but I guess I was wrong.”
A really skilled female assistant switched the chain (chain gang of connected elastics, horrible) on the upper teeth, put a thinner wire on bottom and removed the bottom chain, slapped two elastics from my upper canines down to my lower canines and said, “Happy holidays!” All this without digging any fingernails into my gums. A wonderful present indeed.
Doc took a look and declared: “Looks good. Maybe next time you’ll be finished.”
Well, we’re entering 2008 under oral construction, but we can’t stop now. I can’t put my left molars together, so that’s a problem. The e-files on Doc’s computer still have my band date as 9-22-05, not 4-28-05. I want to go on record as having endured those five months! Those five months saw four oral surgeries and some major progress! When I reminded Doc (for the eighth time) that his records were not showing the correct treatment time, he shrugged, “Honey, your treatment time has gone waaaay too long.” I think he’s trying to save face by not updating my file to show the actual time that’s elapsed. How shady!
I better get free whitening from all of this.
BB, always remember our single days.
About eight years ago, before YouTube and streaming internet video, my college roommate and I (Smith, not Emerson) used to rock out in front of a webcam…I found this on a dusty data CD and decided the world should see it.
So we saw GBG tonight, which was shot around the corner, and at the end of my street — thanks to my pal MLJ, assistant location manager for the film and star of Tapioca films.
Ok, so even though I’m not really a Bostonian, I was still offended on behalf of Bostonians for the portrayal of EVERYONE from Dorchester as being (a) drunk (b) drug addicts (c) spurting vulgarities like a trashy volcano, and (d) dumb.
Granted, there are plenty of those people around, but not every single person. However, it was cool to see the neighborhood on the big screen, even the crappy Irish bars, and although the Afflects failed to get out from the shadow of The Departed, the film tried (except that roof scene — I mean that was just a little too much faux Departed for me). But there were twists. And Casey was decent. However, who the heck played the girlfriend? Because her performance was just bla. She had no real character, no flaws, never coughed or tripped over her own words or was without perfect makeup. In short: I never believed she was a real person, whereas at least Casey could have been a real person. She just couldn’t act. And what’s with the overuse of the F-bomb? Who really talks like that?
Not a bad movie, though. Decent moral. Go see it, if you’re interested. But don’t bring along any expectations.