Ah, remember the days when the SOTU address was exciting, and we’d all huddle around the chat room and talk about what an idiot Bush was? Now, I couldn’t even tell you what time it’s on, though I do know that all the straight Republican guys (both of them) are falling all over each other to get to sit next to our Kirsten Gillibrand in this new age of civility. I mean, she’s no Olympia Snowe, but at least she presumably doesn’t growl and drool like that Bachmann chick. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, Michele will be giving the teabagger response to the address (hopefully while wearing a spiked dog collar). As for me, I’ll just be putting out the garbage and then going to bed, I think.

Breaking news this morning. It seems that yesterday’s airport bombing in Russia is being called an “act of terrorism.” Gee, ya think? And here I thought maybe it was a gas leak or something.

Today is yet another dental day. Now that all my old fillings have been drilled out and refilled, it’s time to move on to more exciting work. In this case, scaling and root planing. That’s probably just about as bad as it sounds. Seems that, if you blow off the dentist long enough (and, presumably if you’re predisposed to this sort of thing), you get plaque built up below the gum line, causing bone irreversible bone loss. So down they need to go to scrape the shit off. In looking at the photos on the Internet, I must say that my teeth look nowhere as bad as what’s out there, but I suppose this is necessary to keep them from getting worse. Plus, there’s that whole boat payment thing. Anyhow, my guess is that this will really suck, and I can only hope he numbs the shit out of my mouth and then gives me some drugs for later on.

Well, it’s not as cold out there this morning, but I reckon I better go see if it snowed enough to plow the driveway.