GeeCee's Not-Entirely-Original Miscellany

So, today:

• One four-hour dental appointment
  
• A discovery that it takes me a fair amount of time to actually get numbed up.
  
• Two root canals
  
• One really unpleasant reaction to most likely the nitrous. Ugh.
  
• And at the end, a bonus: "We probably just didn't want to overwhelm you when we set up the $4800 treatment plan for these two teeth which were the most urgent, but here, have this new treatment plan that involves three more crowns, two fillings, and another $5000 billed entirely to you since your insurance maxed out long ago not far into today's treatment. But you can spread these procedures out." Huzzah.
  

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I got nothin'.

Found in comments on Dr. Jeff Masters' blog: apparently someone was wandering the beach in Galveston wearing a bear suit. Buh?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKwMiExUKXg




On a more serious note, folks in Biloxi, who post-Katrina know exactly what kind of damage a storm surge can do, have a message for people who are sure they'll be perfectly fine riding out Ike and its surge on Galveston Island: Get out. Seriously.

Are you thinking of using G-Archiver (which I am not going to link to) to back up your Gmail account? Don't, unless you don't mind having someone collect your login info. Really, why would you pay $30 for this program anyway instead of setting up Thunderbird or your mail client of choice and just using POP or IMAP to download everything?

(via Jeff Atwood at Coding Horror)

Child's French Maid costume.

Maybe it's just me getting old and all (You kids get off my lawn!), but who exactly thinks it's a good idea for their preteen child to go trick or treating in a French maid outfit?

truebrideconfessions seems to attract some of the whiniest, most spoiled, "IT'S MY DAY AND I'M A F'ING PRINCESS" bitches. Some current selections (cut and pasted, all mangled spelling courtesy the original posters):

The closer and closer I get to the wedding, the more and more angry I get with my parents. My fiance is paying for almost the whole thing. We are very disappointed with the lack of support from my parents. They had over four years to save for our wedding. They didn't make any sacrifices for me like so many parents do to give their daughters a wedding. The could afford to give us $8,000-$10,000 if they didn't live such a frivolous life style.

I think the resent me for leaving them. They better never expect me to take care of them when they can't work anymore. They can go live with my loser, alcoholic brother that they keep giving money, etc.

If you can't afford to provide you child an education and a semi-decent wedding, then don't have children. Its cruel to blow all your money and then watch your kid work at McDonald's because you don't feel responsible for helping them succeed.
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My friendship with cheap gift-givers has soured.
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I secretly judge women whose rings come from mall jewelers.
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I made my mom give me her ring because my cheep boyfriend bought me the uglyest ring ever. Also, my engagement was so awful, so I made my parents plan a new engagement with my boyfriend at a romantic resturant for me as a surprise....My boyfreind doesn't know I know, but I do...hehehe....I GET WHAT I WANT!!!!!
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I was so disappointed when I saw the ring when my fiancee proposed.

I know it's so shallow and selfish, but I wanted a ring that would compare to my friends and co-workers. I was embarassed to show mine to anyone, because it's a little small in comparison.

I never said a word to him, and acted thrilled, but I was so let down.

As a woman, I know how other women think. A big ring means he really loves you a lot, and is willing to go into debt in girl language.

*blink* Let's see that last sentence again: "As a woman, I know how other women think. A big ring means he really loves you a lot, and is willing to go into debt in girl language. " Clearly, I missed the memo where the appeal of this whole "gimme a giant rock and start us out in a multi-thousand dollar financial hole" thing was explained to us girls.

I don't actually want to get into an argument with anyone, but for some unexplainable reason I keep feeling like posting one giant flamebait post including every view I have about politics, religion, feminism, racism, economic systems, etc., etc., etc. that might cause *ahem* "heated discussion" and let folks have at.

I'm clearly not going to do it, because I have an excessively thin skin. (You'll note I rarely post on any of those topics; now you have some idea of why.) I don't even know why I'm considering in essence trolling my own journal, but there you have it. WTF, brain? SRSLY, WTF?

[Edit: There is nothing happening on my f-list that is making me cranky (other than some community comments by people I don't otherwise know), there's nobody that I vehemently disagree with enough that I'd want to pick fights; this weird thought about trolling is completely random and frankly entirely out of character for me. See above about "WTF, brain?" Also note that here I am preemptively adding conciliatory notes to a post about picking fights. Hee!]

Strong anti-recommendation for a San Diego restaurant. Not that I'm in San Diego all that often, but next time I am, Pokéz is definitely not going to be a dining option.

I can't believe the waitress' behavior, but even more astounding was the manager's reaction to one of his staff assaulting a customer. Utterly unacceptable.

I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords.

(via pharyngula)

This could be the most frightening thing I've read all day. (To be
fair, I haven't been reading much.) From DCist:

Your boss in leather pants. The dream becomes a reality as
average joes from Hughes, QWEST, General Dynamics, the US Mint, The
EPA and the U.S. House of Representatives get their rock star on at
the State Theater. As if that weren't enough, 100% of the proceeds go
to the USO. Perhaps the best part of the whole affair is a headline
that would carry no weight in any other city: "Government IT rocks...
do you?" 7 p.m., $20 (tickets only available at
www.gitrockin.com.)