Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.

 

Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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got that wrong
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Monday, September 22 2008
I had a teeth cleaning at the dental office today, and the dental hygienists said something unexpected, "You have good teeth." No one has ever said that to me before, and I certainly don't feel that my teeth are good. For the past several weeks there's been a molar back there that winces in pain whenever I bite down on a crunchy lump in my peanut butter sandwiches. But I don't eat much sweet food or drink many sweet beverages, so my teeth don't show the patterns of decay normal in American mouths. And ever since I got my incisor crown glued back on, my mouth hasn't been host to an emerging bacterial superpower.

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Tonight Gretchen and I watched Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo. It wasn't anywhere near as good as the movie where they go to White Castle, but it still had its funny and unexpected parts, particuarly after our heroes crash through the ceiling of George W. Bush's ranch in Crawford, Texas and find Bush to be a bigger stoner than they are. I hadn't remembered pot being the central organizing principle of the lives of Harold and Kumar, but in this movie there's almost nothing else. It was also disappointing to see the excesses of Guantanamo trivialized as "cockmeat sandwiches."


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