So after a six and a half year self-imposed protest strike against the entire dental industry, I went to the dentist today. I would like to dedicate my return to Marilyn, the horrifying telemarketer-cum-receptionist who valiantly worked the phones from 7:30 a.m. till close to midnight, Monday through Sunday, 365 days a year at my former dentist's office. At the new place, I got a substantial layer of crap taken off my teeth, but on the whole fared pretty well for someone who hadn't engaged in dentistry since he moved out of Mommy and Daddy's house. This is because I have Great Teeth. Nigh on indestructible, they are. In spite of that, I had a wee cavity, which I had them fill, and now all's back to normal. I'll visit again in 2015, wearing vacuum-sealed high-tops and carrying my hoverboard under my arm.

Over in the real world (I call it: "Ontario"), cell phones + driving = illegal, which dismays me only in that our species apparently needs laws for this sort of thing, instead of figuring that, say, typing an email while driving might be slightly Darwinism-worthy. But then, we're the ones who forked over enough money to guarantee a sequel to The Da Vinci Code. So we get what we get.

Go Chris Nolan go. You've got my vote for Genius.