I haven’t had the writing urge recently, but yesterday I felt some very strong irritations, pet peeve-like things, upon which I plan to expound at a later date. To remind me:

1) When people say “God only gives people the amount of problems they can handle.” Uh-huh. So what’s up with suicide? And does this include the high proportion of people who find they cannot handle life and its problems so resort to alcohol, drugs, food, gambling and other coping mechanims to get through a day? If people only received what they were able to manage would any of us require such crutches to help ease our anxiety, depression and frustration

2). When parents of mega-multiple (such as quintuplets, sextuplets, etc.) make the statement when asked about selective reduction, “Well, God meant for this to be, so we will try and give birth to all of them.” Okay, if you play that logic game, then what about the use of those fertility treatements to conceive? When unable to conceive naturally why did you not say, “God’s plan did not include for us to conceive and have children ourselves. This was his plan.” Completely illogical argument based on personal skewing of facts.

P.S. I cannot fathom that I ever believed that “Grey’s Anatomy” proved watchable. What a tool-ish, soap opera-like show it has become and I regret my estrogen-laden comments. This serves as a reminder why “writing things down” is a dangerous game to play. You’ve got “to hide that love away”, sister Christian.

If I was forest ranger, I would only want to work at night. I’d prefer being a Night Ranger.

P.S. ² I still think Josh Halloway is cute, though. No regrets on this comment. I predict he will file for divorce within the year.

If I had the ability to forecast the future I would experience zero qualms with raking in the benefits of predicting lotteries, playing poker games, betting on sports, etc. Of course I would share.

If I owned a theater with a great prop department, I would share it all. I’d be a prop-sharer.

It is 5:08 am and the birds are chirping. I find birds chirping early in the morning greatly depressing. The past few nights they have been chirping beginning around 3 am. Damn the global warming, as well as the moved daylight savings time, as these both have toyed with the birds’ circadian rhythms.

Go to sleep,V, as crazy talk has entered the forum.

Coming soon… The Dentist VI - He’ll drill his way into your heart and head. Literally.

In actuality, this is Marc. This is Marc in his costume for a film in which he works as an extra. Marc is playing a dentist.

The movie, directed by Michael Keaton, is titled The Merry Gentleman . IMDB.com lists its release date as 2008.

They are filming a few scenes in some dental offices in Greektown. Supposedly one of the dentists utilizes a sort of “sandblasting” technique to clean teeth. To me it sounds like the glamorization of a simple process, using a costly machine, which offers little advantage over their typical cleaning tools. Sort of like how dermatologists bought those expensive micro-dermabrasion machines, sell a service for a couple of hundred to re-coup the costs of the pricely machine, but a person, at home, could get similar results using a rough washcloth and a $3 tube of St. Ives Apricot Scrub.

Well, rumor has it that the undoubtedly multi-millionaire director requested a free teeth cleaning using this airblasting method. Please. Give me a break. Now, I realize it wasn’t as if he was asking Joe Homeless to shine his shoes for free, but not all dentists are raking in the big bucks yet. Sure, she could take a picture and use it sell her sevrices, but come on, it is Michael Keaton. Ask a random 16-year-old who he is, and they’ll probably say something like, “You mean that guy with the disease that makes him shake and stuff.” I’m just saying… Celebrities, as well as the mega-rich, and their behaviors of entitlement really irk me.

But back to Marc. I have only made his acquaintance a couple of times, but liked him before I even met him. Why? He works with my sister and I know her job is very stressful and, well it’s a job, and for a good portion of society jobs suck the spirit and passion out of people. For years she has told me Marc stories. The stories indicate his personality and character make her time at work somewhat bearable. Therefore, because I know he helps my sister endure her taxing job, I am appreciative and happy that he is Marc.