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I make a habit of not turning on the television or the radio on 9/11, but I always post something, because it's weird to let it go entirely unremarked. Whatever you believe about today, five years ago it marked a point of change in American life, possibly one of the biggest points of change that can be marked in a single moment. In my generation, at least.

I went back to see what I'd written in other years. I was startled and rather pleased to read last year's entry, which I hadn't remembered I'd written. As my words haven't changed, I think I shall simply stand by them.

Grief is not something which ends -- but it does, at the prodding of time, make room for joy.

In which spirit, this is the last you'll hear from me on the subject today, as I have other things to witter on about, like dentist's appointments and packing for Chicago.

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You know, I don't like to think that Google is an Orwellian supercompany that's eventually going to take over every portal of the information age (they do spreadsheets now, did you know?) so I pretend that things like the Google Ad Bar on gmail are just Google's way of entertaining us, because they're jolly fun-loving chaps. Hi Google! I think you're keen.

I mean, really, what else can I think when Google links me to cleanbutt.com? Look at the animation at the top and tell me google hasn't got a sense of humour.

Enema Wash: The special 1 hole nozzle is designed specifically to spray warm aerated water directly into the rectum for the ultimate in ARGH OMG WHAT KIND OF SADIST INSTALLS THIS ON THEIR TOILET.

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So about two weeks ago I went to the dentist to get a cleaning and was informed that I had a cracked tooth that needed to be fixed. Nothing new; my back teeth are soft and brittle from a childhood fever that destroyed the calcium matrices in my adult molars. I have a few silver fillings and a silver crown, all badly in need of replacement as soon as I have dental insurance.

Anyway, they said that the filling was fairly urgent otherwise they'd be seeing me in a little while to do a root canal. I agreed, because I never pass up a chance at nitrous oxide, and just before leaving for Chicago I had about a quarter of my tooth reconstructed with white resin.

"If your bite feels like it's different and starts to be painful, call us again and we'll grind down the filling," the dentist said. Over the next week and a half my bite did start to hurt, specifically the tooth directly above the filling, so I went back in today to have it ground down.

It's never good when the dentist looks into your mouth and says "Oh crap."

As it turned out, I'd not only chipped away part of the filling but cracked the rest off the tooth, and it was only half cemented on. So, they had to go in, remove the filling, novocain and gas me, and put in a new filling. I wasn't expecting oral surgery today, but it's just as well, I suppose. At least it's covered by a warrantee, so I don't owe them anything.

It's starting to hurt quite a bit more than it did last time, and it's threatening to thunderstorm outside, so I think I'm going to curl up on the sofa with Snakes: An Anthology of Serpent Tales and hide out for a while.

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OW MY TONGUE.

The pain from the actual dental work has died down, but the filling is so rough on the side that it's chafed my tongue to the bleeding point. I've put some wax on it now, but I'm going to have to go back tomorrow, there's no two ways about it.

*grumble*

Also, OH HELL NO. Googlemaps has started putting "sponsored links" as little symbols on their maps. I don't mind sponsored links, but they're now obscuring my vision of the map. BAD GOOGLE, I no longer think you are keen!