The Fredösphere

I'm back from the dentist.  Right now my mouth is so clean, you could eat off of it.

I think maybe I would have loved a career as a dental hygienist.  I have that obsessive-compulsive approach to cleaning -- it's a molecular approach.  Note well I did not say I would be a good hygienist.  I doubt patients would leave my chair with any enamel left on their teeth.

On the subject of hygiene, my friend Victor writes:

Hello, my name is Victor and I am a recovering hygiene film addict.  My addiction started by downloading a harmless Lucky Strikes dancing cigarettes commercial.  Then I started watching movies about how teenagers should not be obnoxious and they will become successful.  Now I've become a peddler and started making VCDs for my friends.

Also, don't miss The Terrible Truth, about a teen-age girl. "Starting with an occasional marijuana cigarette, she is induced to experiment with a 'fix' of heroin. In a few days, she is [a] hopeless 'hype,' ends up with a criminal record and a blighted future."  There's also The Relaxed Wife, a film so radioactive on so many levels I won't spoil it with further comment.