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Ooh, The Amazing Human Body is opening in Sydney! It’s that exhibit of cadavers where they’ve been “plastinated” and you can see everything inside. Thanks to Dr. Wong for telling me about it yesterday! (Evidently the fact that I chose to keep my own teeth indicated to him that I’d also have a morbid interest in a scientific exhibit of flayed corpses.)

“Get me the elephant gun…”
Oh, that Dr. Wong is such a card. Today’s procedure was even quicker and smoother than the last one. For some reason, though, this time it took a lot more anesthetic to numb the right side of my face. He’d poke and prod, and I’d go, “Nope, that’s still kinda hurty!” And he’d inject me with some more stuff. At one point, he asked Maria for, like, the fifth hypo of stuff, and she was all, “Really? More?” And I said apologetically, “I’m a horse.” That’s when he busted out the elephant gun line. Ho ho! Eventually we got there though. “Okay, you’re gonna feel some pushing,” he said as he gripped that bottom molar. Literally ten seconds later, that sucker was OUT! It’s hard to be all, “Damn, you’re good!” when you’ve got tubes hanging out of your mouth and half of it’s numb. He put in a stitch and then tackled the upper one. I had visions of the double-ended root pick again, but this one also came out clean with a minimum of yanking. And just like that, I was done! As he was writing up my antibiotics prescription, I mentioned that I’d written up the “root pick experience” on my website last time. “Can I have the address?” So if you’re reading, Dr. Wong, hello! I’m doing just fine. (He said something about printing this out and putting it on the bulletin board, which was very cute. I guess when your business is playing the role of Big Bad in everybody’s worst dental nightmare, you don’t get a lot of positive professional feedback…)

The Dove has offered to help me out with my 10K training this year. For those of you who don’t know him, he worked with us at Netdecisions in London and he’s super fit. This is because he used to be in the army for many years and now runs triathlons in his spare time. In short, he would Kick. My. Ass. I am both tempted and afraid. I’ve never had a “boot camp” type trainer before. Would it do me some good? Would I just resent him? Any thoughts?

Trivia Update: Well, it felt like we were sucking the big one tonight, yet somehow we managed to finish in a tie for first place! (We ended up coming in second in the tiebreaker as the other team pulled a Rain Man and knew exactly how many nautical miles it is from Sydney to Hobart.) I also won us a free jug of beer for identifying the Steve Miller Band. Here are the best ones from the night:

• Name the four islands of Japan. (Snookums ROCKED all four of these.)
• What planet are Klingons from? (“No, Snookums, the answer is not ‘Uranus.’”)
• Which three singers sang “All for Love” from the film The Three Musketeers?
• Who were the five Marx brothers?
• Name two movies (not TV movies) starring Angelina Jolie that start with the letter “G”. (I eventually got these but it took twenty minutes of racking my brain.)
• What are the three most popular surnames in the UK?

Now I’ve got to go to bed so I can get up early and work off that $30 bar tab…

83.7kg. That’s another 400g (about a pound) lost. Three losses in a row! I haven’t hit a hat trick in months. Pretty amazing considering my Weekend of Social Engagements.

The Perils of Having Co-Workers Who Read Your Weblog
I had a heart attack today when Heather, who was on duty in the knitting shop, called to ask about some yarn and went on to explain that “Angora Man’s here and he’s asking about it.” Dude, don’t use my made-up nicknames WHEN THE CUSTOMER IS IN THE STORE! (She later explained that he was on his mobile phone and didn’t hear her.) I figure it’s only a matter of time before somebody blurts out “Titsiana” next time the thief is mooching about…

I ended up chatting to Angora Man while he was out in the shop, and he recommended this website to me. Seriously. Don’t neglect to check out the pants. Two pounds of rabbit fur!

“It’s downright unpatriotic to be fat!” That goodness I can fit into my Civilian Defense uniform now. Vintage beauty advertisements courtesy of MetaFilter.

Whoooooaaaah, what a wookie!
Chewbacca blogs. That amused me far too much. I started laughing as soon as I saw the URL. Be sure to scroll down through all the posts. Chewie likes cute animals in funny hats, Domokun, and photoshopping himself onto famous pictures. (I personally love the one of Nick Nolte’s mugshot.)