Lots of Monkeys

Last night, I watched the Video Music Awards on MTV over at Katrina’s. I learned several things.

• Everyone pimps themselves
• Britney’s career is over
• I like Eminem to the point of self parody–but not when he takes himself seriously
• Christina Aguilera needs a fashion advisor
• Michael Jackson looks like a freak–but now that he’s added some weight, he looks like a pudgy, middle aged freak
• Moby is just way too cool for mtv
• MTV should be called Pepsi Television
• I knew a lot more pop music than I had realized–not bad for a guy that never listens to the radio
• It is going to be a sad, sad day in my life when I turn on an Oldies station and hear “The Humpty Dance”
• Over the years, the “Axel Rose” has lost some of its energy and vigor

Overall, it was an educational experience. One I wouldn’t mind repeating.

Next year.

I do have to keep up with what those crazy kids are listening to, after all.

A very happy birthday goes out to Katrina today. She picked Lauriol Plaza for her birthday happy hour, which is a place that I’ve been meaning to try, for literally, years. I just never knew the name. I’d pass by it every day on the L1 bus to work and back home. It’s a three floor restaurant which is entirely windows.

I’ll have to stop by for dinner one night.

As nisa likes to refer to it. It being, “IKEA.” As it’s located in Potomac Mills, it often has the side effect of being the perfect location for all sorts of monkeying around.

Suddenly, the discussion between furiousgeorge and gnicklaser over the merits of Harry Potter LEGO and BIONICLE LEGO went very, very wrong.
Beautiful place, the LEGO store. If you look carefully, you can see the viking made out of LEGO in the background.

Joyous tidings go out to jungfroid, who had a fun filled Saturday surprise luncheon with about thirty other people. Many thanks to all the people that kept the secret, especially his parents–who were good sports about the whole thing and even let us use their house as party central. I’m sure he’ll have the pics up as soon as possible.

Had a dental appointment this morning. A lot of people hate having to go. I’m one of the few that’s ambivalent about the whole dental hygiene thing. It’s something you have to do, so you do it. No whining, just get it over with. I don’t mind the latex gloves. I don’t mind the eventual numbing from keeping your mouth wide open for extended periods of time. I don’t mind it when they draw the gloves back and you see blood on the gloves. I don’t mind the visual of sharp objects laid out on a table that are going into your mouth.

What I can’t stand about going to the dentist is the damn muzak.

It’s hard enough trying to relax when you’ve got a vaccuum in your mouth and the interrogation light shining into your eyes. No, you have to listen to “easy listening” versions of “I’ll Be There,” “Careless Whispers,” and “The Dance.”

The Dance–I thought that song already was muzak.

Thankfully, the scrapings of metal picks on hardened deposits of tartar amplified directly through my skull drowned out a good majority of the aural assault.

The verdict: No cavities, a chipped filling that needs to be replaced, and I should be flossing more. Not bad for skipping out for two years.