Okay, how about I try to get ahold of him and see what's what. I'll pass on the info, and if you're interested, put you together.

That would be awesome, Vortex. Thank you.

OMG, shrift! Those shit-eating ratbastard cocksuckers! May they all develop anal warts and may their halitosis and unsightly nasal hairs send all their potential shags fleeing amid screams of horror! May they all stand in dogshit whilst wearing their favourite shoes! May they close doors on their hands, lose their keys and suffer a soul-destroying avalanche of small humiliations and frustrations before finally being run over by pig trucks and cursed to eternity as ghosts being bored to undeath.

On the other hand, I do trust that this is going to mean something FABULOUS awaits you around the corner.

I just heard that Don Davis died? Is it true? It is hard to find out from my phone.

According to his Wikipedia page, yes he did Sophia.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_S._Davis

I met him once. An actor that I was dressing in a show lived in his basement. Or Don lived in his.

Oh dear. I have such a soft spot for all the Twin Peaks actors.

I don't think I remember him from Twin Peaks. But now I want to watch the first season again. (Which I've been wanting to do for a while, actually.)

I know him mostly from Stargate. And some freaky Canadian indies. Sad.

I was dozing (I am really tired) and I just realized something. When I was having a hard time sleeping because of the tooth, I zenned out enough to sleep by singing in my head a lullabye. One I last recall using when I was at camp and homesick at 11.
Lullabye and goodnight
To the cheeks rosy bright
To the fingers, safely hidden
Beneath the coverlets white.
And again with the dawn
Thou shall wake in the morn
And again with the dawn
Thou shall wake in the morn.

And the thing is? My mom used to sing that to me (as badly as I do in my head) when I was a baby.

Pretty sure having her here dredged up that bit of self-soothing. THANK GOD.

sarameg, I so feel for you this week. The last time I had really killer tooth pain, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I so remember doing the calculations and trying to figure out how close to dangerous drug levels or combinations I wanted to try. At one point I didn't feel I want to take anything more but was so desperate I was crushing up aspirin and rubbing it on my teeth in the hope that there'd be some sort of contact effect.

[I remember also finding that a glass of whiskey was worth more than a vicodin - and suddenly all those old west comics of the guy with the bandage around his face and the bottle labeled XXX suddenly made a lot more sense.]

Don Davis was Major Briggs (Bobby's father and the one who got the message "the owls are not what they seem"). When I saw him as General Hammond, it made me laugh, because I swear he looked just the same!

Tooth pain is the worst pain I have ever experienced. Also, I find that whiskey works for the cramps, too. I think these old fashioned remedies were on to something. Seriously, a sip of whiskey or a 1/2 a glass of wine kills my cramps dead, while I have to take eleventy billion advil to make it through the day.

I just picked up a sewing machine from a freecycler (who said it was her mothers). I really hope the mother has passed away, because it has someone's social security number etched in the metal. I'm not even sure if I can figure out how to get it off!