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!

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!

He was also Scully's father on The X-files. I think he was Capt. Scully.

Luckily, the root canal was the BEST THING EVER. By the time the local wore off, the angry pain was gone. I told the (very attractive) endontist (or whatever it's called) that he and his asst were my best friends ever and I loved root canals. That week.

I've still got some soreness on biting, but it isn't pain, just weird pressure. Neither heat nor cold make any difference now. I think it may just be trauma. I'm due to have the final filling done next monday, so if it isn't gone near the end of the week, or gets worse, I'll call them first to make sure there isn't more shit to be drilled out.

Booze doesn't get rid of pain for me- I still feel it...I just don't care. As long as it isn't too bad. It doesn't cut it for the really bad pain.

ARGH.

After spending $1200 on plane tickets because I was so sure the fares wouldn't come down, Travelocity tells me NOW that they' having a sale. I could have gotten tickets on Virgin America for 2/3 what I'm paying on Jet Blue. (And no, Jet Blue will neither match that price nor refund my money. They'll happily take a $100 cancellation fee and apply the cost of my flight to my account as fucking credit, though. Assholes.)

If you happen to be in New Brunswick, look out for bees:

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I meant to say earlier, that I give you all permission to take Canada Day off, if I can take the 4th off.

On one of the local newscasts, they had a city worker talking about all the Canada Day events schedule for tomorrow, and at the end he said, "Bonne Fete, Canada!" Except, with his atrocious French accent, it sounded like, "Bun Fight Canada!" I think tomorrow, I will wish everyone a bun fight.

I am posting and doing laundry, since a stoned kitty has taken residence for the evening on one of my laundry piles. [link]

That sucks, Jess.

My parents paid a premium for their crazy itinerary (2 El Paso to Baltimore, B'more to B'ham, B'ham to El Paso with kid then 2 tickets back to B'ham), but it means they get the eldest grandson and to see both their kids in 2.5 weeks so. I saw the price and cringed. They probably could've gotten cheaper changing carriers to fly between EP and here and here and B'ham (stupid wright amendment) but that's just a little much for my mom to figure out.

Hell, I know my t-g trip won't be the cheap thing it used to be and I don't know when to book.

I'm not going to even talk about the fare my dad is paying to Ulan Bator!! (I just love knowing he's going to Mongolia.)

He wouldn't take the bat skull. So I found one online this am and got it for him. It'll arrive about the time they get back home. Hee.

I keep finding creative rearrangement gifts he left: a frog perched in a clear deep candleholder. Fuzzy bat jammed under the bookshelves like it is hanging upside down. Meerkat peering around a picture frame. I love my dad. We have our issues, but I never doubt he loves me.