The Eternian Dentist

Check out this clip of Skeletor's dentist, Mo-Larr. If you like this, I highly recommend catching an episode of Robot Chicken. You can't beat PG13/R rated claymation.

Methy Grill

I'm gonna revisit one of my old posts, Crystal Steph. I know I previously mentioned that crystal meth has such a cool name, but after working on a few patients that are (former?) meth users I'd like to tell my faithful readers to stay clean.

A few weeks ago I assisted another student with a patient. After talking for some time, the patient told me how he used to be heavy into drugs, including crystal meth as his DOC. Even after being clean for a few years, there were still signs of meth mouth and a lengthy list of restorations needing to be placed. I felt bad for the guy, even at the rates the school charges (about 1/10th of the rates in private practices) this guy will still be spending a fortune on teeth that have an uncertain prognosis.

Recently, I was examing one of my patients and found similar decay. He's younger than I am, admits to good oral hygiene (which I believe after the exam), and is a smoker. I didn't ask much about his social habits though. I'll be treating his extensive needs for the next two years and will eventually have to bluntly ask 'are you on crank?' I just didn't think it would be appropriate during the first appointment. It's a shame, because even with good homecare this kid could be edentulous before the next World Cup.

Anyway, I have to agree with Jodie Sweetin on this- meth ain't cool.

Reloaded Video

I meant to get this published a few weeks ago, but my current epicurean-like lifestyle delayed me. It isn't as polished as animals or tailgettin, but it does feature a live, acoustic Cowboy Mouth song.

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The Feast of Beasts

So I had a dinner party last night. Wait.. dinner parties are for people that are pretentiously over the hill. I had a hell-raising cookout yesterday! The idea for it came up during happy hour after this past weekend's Sunday Beach Club. One of the chickies mentioned she wanted to have a progressive dinner and start a supper club.

I met both of those comments with a blank stare.. the hamster was running hard. So I said 'sounds like a good idea.. why don't I have a few people come over to my place for a cookout.' Well, I got boozed up at a party on Monday and after yapping all night 'a few people' became about 30 people and two dogs. And 'a cookout' became the Feast of Beasts!

My rules were as follows:

If you have facial hair... bring beer.
If you have hooters... bring a side.
If you have both... bring liquor.
And if you have neither... bring dog treats. (I personally prefer the ones that are in the shape of dogs and look like cheetos, even though they aren't cheesed up.)


The Menu:
ribs, venison tenderloin, 2 beer can chickens, beaufort stew, 4 types of sausages (venison stuffed with jalapeno cheese was my favorite), quail, and 10 lbs of bbq.

For sides, the hooters brought:
green beans, salad, 4 types of macaroni, mashed potatoes, salsa, kettle chips, and cookies.


Somehow even with all this food I managed to not eat much and instead found the bottom of a bottle of Jim Beam. And the bottom of a Cuervo bottle. It looked like a fun time was had by all and I consider this a big step towards my new 'it's time to grow up' hobby.

Blogging Reality

Hi!

What's up?

aight, cool deal then..

I'd just like to clarify about wty saying that I have been doing nothing. Sure.. I haven't been curing cancer, or learning how to fly, or cleaning my garage but I have been very involved in other activities. These hobbies include, but are not limited to, spending time on the beach, drinking white russians, and creating social clubs. My excessive free time has incapacitated me. But here's the real catalyst for my recent blogless days:

A few nights ago I won a round of last man standing. But instead of sealing the deal, I involuntarily made absurd conversation which I have formerly tried to limit to the blogosphere. I can only remember bits and pieces of the conversation I was having with this poor, innocent girl. I remember talking for about 15 minutes on how I've always supported plain yellow mustard, but that's in the past ever since I stumbled onto a bottle of fancy deli mustard.

"...yep, I won't touch many condiments that lack the word dijon in their title.."

I realized how ridiculous that was a few hours later. Am I writing the blog or is the blog defining me? Sounds like the chicken or the egg debate. Sure, I was born a couple of decades before the blog (which turned one a few weeks ago).. but it could be more complicated than that. Either way, I figured it was time to take a break.. and confided in one of the few people I can always turn to: Gail. So I told her about my situation and she replied with 'well, that does sound like a tough call.. but have you decided if you want your usual hashbrowns or something different?" That said it all.

Anyway, to make a short story a little bit longer I decided to take a break but now I can guarantee to rant for atleast one more year.

penny: what a long strange trip it's been

its been an amazing week. i finally finished my house, and its finally on the market. waking up every day and fixing your house gets pretty redundant. this has been one of the best days of my life. well, since i found this site, anyways.

know i promised people pictures but can't remember who, so i'll try to keep putting them up here.

fear not maxim faithful, its time for...

PENNY'S BAR TIP OF THE WEEK

want to get served quicker? stand next to the hottest girl at the bar. my eyes wonder just as much as yours. you wont get served BEFORE the hot chick, but you'll be next in line. you may even get the chance to use that line you've been practicing.

Prickly Thought

I guess it's a bad move to assume that the porcupine's favorite plant is the cactus.

I'm back, baby!

The birds are chirping. The days are sunny. Life.. is.. good.

But.. what's making it so good? I guess it's a short list of fortunate events including, but not limited to the following:

Board scores came in yesterday and I did alot better than I expected. There was room for improvement, but I had a great return on the time I invested.

When I leave school now, I actually get to leave my schoolwork too. I'm not sure how I'll occupy myself now.

The Gamecocks are advancing to the Super Regionals in baseball. And in football, it looks like we're starting to have our culture change..


Throw in some more blue crabs and I emphatically, unequivocally, and odorlessly declare this the Summer of Dev: Reloaded!

Could I get that smothered in ham please? Thanks

I've been hanging out at this (relatively) new bar in Charleston called D.D. Peckers Wing Shack. It's a crusty locals place and if they put a lot of renovation work into it the place could almost be considered a dive. It's a fun place.. you're rarely charged for everything you drink, the waitresses make great scenery, and you always leave with a story or two. I want to focus on their food though. I think I ate four consecutive dinners at double D's last week. I was impressed for the most part.. here are a few notes:

The Chicken Bayou- I highly recommend this culinary miracle. It's a buffalo fried chicken sandwich that's smothered in ham and cheese. That's right! I've finally found a restaurant that has my favorite condiment: ham!

The Schmitter (pictured above)- When I first read its description, the Schmitter almost became an InstantClassic(tm). The menu described it as a roast beef sandwich topped with a layer of pepperoni, all of which is then drenched in thousand island dressing. Shazzzzaaaaam! Unfortunately, the individual components of the Schmitter didn't synergistically summate into some type of megasandwich whose consumption could only be contained in the bowels of heroes like Superman and myself. I decided to consult with the SODIOY to make sure I'm not making some type of food critique faux pas, but he agrees with me. He told me 'pepperoni, salami, and cappicola.. good stuff together. But pepperoni and roast beef? forgeddaboutit.'

A Memorial of a Day

Man, what a great weekend.

Weekend? Yep, like the weekend four days ago. I guess I'm just now recovering. There was plenty of beer, golf, beaches, seafood, and buffoonery to go around. Monday topped off an incredible coastal weekend. We woke up Monday to find a grill filled with 5 pounds of half-cooked chicken. I guess our momentum to cookout at 2 AM the night before dwindled and we all passed out, leaving the grill unmanned.

No problem, the Advice Man got some crab lines and nets and we took our raw, perfectly seasoned chicken to my backyard. It turns out the deadliest catch are a fan of Italian dressing marinades.
After living off the land Monday morning, we took it to the beaches of Sullivan's Island where I landed a second asterisk next to my undefeated record on my horseshoes. Finish the night off with some Beaufort stew and I'd say we had an incredible Memorial Day.