I am quite literally numb as I type this. The entire left side of my face, from nostril to jawline, is incapable of feeling pain…or pleasure for that matter. I feel as though the CIA should use my temporary invincibility for some black op, but they could probably just numb up one of their agents if they really need to.

I am in this dental chair to rid myself of a month long tooth ache which has been caused by the root of my one crowned tooth rubbing against something that dentists call a “nerve.” Naturally I have no idea what that means, nor am I interested in learning. I also don’t care about how my car gets fixed, why my television is broken or really about too many aspects of my job. That last one is kind of bad, but my point is that I just want the clock to tell me the time; I don’t need to hear its back-story.

You know the old blog post topic about how the word “douchebag” has jumped the shark, and we need to stop using it and/or come up with a substitute? Well that topic has jumped the shark, and it’s time to stop writing about it.

First of all, it’s pointless, because the pejorative use of  “douchebag” (and it’s cousin “douche”) will probably persist forever. Second, this has become one of the most unoriginal blog post topics on the Web: Ever since Emily Gould used it in a terrific, witty Gawker piece she wrote back in 2006, it’s been done to death.

Don’t believe me? Just check out the list of a half-dozen blog posts on the topic (the latest published just yesterday) that I’ve assembled here.

I’m not submitting this because I want to fuel the attacks on PsyDBob and God knows that Wrap and I have our differences, but this comment was plain outstanding:

Priests do
number two.
Or, to wit:
Holy shit.

The Road is the best feel-good holiday movie since Munich.

I am now eating olives and am considering raiding the Fresco Asiago cheese I bought earlier tonight.  [Me: I gave in.] Being unemployed does have its advantages, you know, in that one can begin a movie at 3:30 a.m. and doesn’t have to stir before, say, 2:30 p.m. However, let’s be sure to reconnect the next time you get paid, and I might a different point-of-view.

8 years.

8 years is a long time, and yet not so long.

8 years since a cool, clear, sunny day in New York City changed every one’s lives forever.

Yeah – some of us remember this from WNEW but my album that I woulds have to have if there were only Wilson to talk to is Sticky Fingers as I could listen to Dead Flowers forever.

Chime in people!

What did I get myself into?

Time for breakfast.

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I Know Where I’m Going – best film about Scotland you haven’t seen.

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OK, everyone spell things in your head while you are trying to sleep.

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Scottish toilets are fun!

Make your own Glitter Graphics

This will go on for a long time. Here’s some love from Scottish inventor John Logie Baird

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It’s raining here. Torrential. Midnight has already gone and somehow that fits. I’m sitting here, smoking at my desk, thinking about the past – all our pasts – how we got to be here in all our versions of the present. I cried a bit. Big man tears. They ended. I lit another cigarette.

It’s been a long day.

I’ve thrown myself on the kindness of strangers, some of whom I also consider the closest of friends.

Hi everyone. This is just a quick and earnest post to let all of you know that feeding “Blue Buffalo” brand dog food to your puppies is quite possibly the equivalent of feeding them poison.

If you are a dog owner and have any “Blue Buffalo” brand dog food in your house–or if you know someone who does–please tell him or her to 1) stop feeding “Blue Buffalo” dog food to their dogs, and 2) to get in touch with me. I can be reached at stevedew77 at gmail dot com.

Our wonderful puppy James became so sick from eating “Blue Buffalo” dog food that he had to be admitted to the vet’s and was given fluids and broad-spectrum antibiotics via an IV.

Please don’t let this happen to you.

I am putting together a demand letter to the makers of Blue Buffalo pet food asking them to take their food off the market until the toxicity of their product has been evaluated. Your support, where appropriate, would be immensely helpful.