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Unkee Moe? My teef hurt.

That’s what I’m thinking right now.  Also, maybe tagging The Simpsons will boost my page views a bit.  Today I got my temporary crown of plastic off, and replaced with a permanent crown of porcelain.  It’s bittersweet, to say the least.  I know my mouth is better off, but it doesn’t exactly feel like it right now.  Tomorrow I can floss by it again, yay!  The area that was crowned was indeed throbbing before crowning, but next week I have to go back in to get a filling on a tooth that feels perfectly fine.  Curious.

After I left the office, I walked to a bookstore with several short-term goals in mind.

For one thing, I didn’t want to stand in the heat for an indeterminable amount of time for the bus.  Being nearly high noon, the shadow provided by the poorly designed bus stop was nearly non-existant.  So, I headed to the bookstore.  Inside was the coffee shop (Starbucks, of course) had free Wi-Fi, and I wanted to find out when the bus was coming so I could strategically not have to wait outside.

Also, I wanted coffee.  Not coffee, mind you, but the highly addictive coffee/sugar syrups Starbucks slings.  Before I got my coffee, I picked up some reading material.

Now, I had no intention of buying the book, but if Starbucks is going to charge me five dollars for a drink, I figure I’m just making things even.  I think I’m old enough to talk like that now, but I need to brush up on my Old West talk.  Darn tootin’.  That’s a thing they said, right?  Anyway, as I was looking for the subject I was looking for, I came across a book about aromatherapy and massage.  For some odd reason, I chose that book instead, and skipped off to find a nice seat to drink and wait and read a while.  A man sitting next to me struck up a conversation with me.  He noticed the subject of the book I was reading and asked if I liked massage.

Now don’t get me wrong, I do, but that seems like a strange thing to say to a random man at a bookstore.  Still, I admitted that I did indeed like massage.  He asked me a few more things about me.  I told him I just graduated, yadda, yadda, yadda, and then we were just making eye contact.  To break the silence, I asked him what he does for a living.  He is a massage therapist!  He also does aromatherapy!  He gave me his card, which said as much.  Here I thought he was just a weird guy.  Maybe he still is, but he was a good illustration of why I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.  I still do, of course.  All the time.  I just try not to, is all.

On the bus ride home, there was an odd bus driver.  He mumbled almost constantly.  I could never quite figure out if he thought there was a mike there he was speaking in to (some bus drivers have that, a relic from a time before the gps system could tell us where we are, and also so drivers can easily and comfortably  yell at the ne’er do wells in the back), or if he was just crazy.  I like to sit close to the front, and from what I heard, his ramblings were bus route related, which I find bewildering.  If you’re saying things people should hear, maybe make sure people can hear you.  I don’t know, maybe it’s me.

My evening plans were to try and see an advanced screening The Campaign.  I got a block or two away from my house when I realized that I forgot the pass.  Now, the movie isn’t until 7, but the pass does not guarantee a seat.  It’s all first come-first serve.  In the time it would take to get the ticket, I would miss the bus.  I am considering getting the next bus, but I know a few things.  I know how many vultures like myself go to those free screenings at Tempe Marketplace.  I know that I didn’t really have my heart set on seeing half of the last Will Ferrell movie and half of the last Zack Galifianakis together at last, and I know that I need groceries.  I’m just going to get groceries.


Funny, it’s kind of a story…

One of the best things about going to ASU is that sometimes you get free passes to movies that haven’t come out yet.  Yesterday my sister and I went to see It’s Kind of a Funny Story.  It’s art, and this is a review of it.

The movie brings us along with a suicidal young Keanu Reeves as he accidentally commits himself.  During his stay, he gets to know the other zany characters, including Zach Galifianakis as Bobby, the troubled but lovable loser, Cheek Scar, the unfortunate landscaper, and yelling black man, who wasn’t actually crazy, but Hollywood doesn’t know how else to portray black men.

It’s more fun to write reviews of movies I hate, because then I get to say clever things about why I hated it.  I think that’s why critics hate a lot of movies.  Actually though, I enjoyed this movie.  It gave me what I expected from it, which wasn’t much.  There was a comical guy who professionally sees free movies, I think, who was probably crazy himself.  That made my evening all the more enjoyable.  My main gripe about this movie is that while I was self dispensing the fake butter on my popcorn, the button jammed, and far too many empty calories flowed into my bag.  That’s all right though, I put some extra salt in there to help absorb it.

Alright, gotta go, I’m not feeling so well for some reason.