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Brace Yourself
Feb. 23rd, 2007 06:48 pmWell, the brace has been fitted (to the upper teeth, the lower teeth need less work so that won't start until next year, probably). And the feeling is, er, weird. Instructions on what I can and what I cannot do when eating give me a keen foretaste of what life will be like when I'm 80.
I'm patient enough to put myself through this now, but I don't think I would have been able to handle it as an adolescent. Perhaps those spoilt US brats aren't that spoilt after all; they are just rebelling against the aggravation caused by having a brace fitted. I mean, nine months isn't that long a time for me (or howver long it takes), but it must seem like forever when you are young, and (most importantly) still have hopes of attracting the following sex.
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I dragged myself away from all of the things that I really need to do and watched some TV for the first time in a week or so. There was an excellent CSI featuring Kevin Federline -- not because of the plot, which wasn't that great, but because of the weird conclusion. Grissom (and the rest of the team) have some kind of group-think about the moral vacuity that is Las Vegas and the effect it must have on children going up there. "As long as it feels good, do it",and "What happens in Vegas, stays in vegas", are not such hot moral standards if you have to bring up your own kids in the midst of it.
Almost disturbing, and certainly not the travelogue for LV that the early series of CSI were. Is it getting like Larry David and Seinfeld? Have the writers come to hate the very place that they are writing about? Is Vegas, when you take a hard hard look at it, actually a very empty place for the soul?
I'm patient enough to put myself through this now, but I don't think I would have been able to handle it as an adolescent. Perhaps those spoilt US brats aren't that spoilt after all; they are just rebelling against the aggravation caused by having a brace fitted. I mean, nine months isn't that long a time for me (or howver long it takes), but it must seem like forever when you are young, and (most importantly) still have hopes of attracting the following sex.
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I dragged myself away from all of the things that I really need to do and watched some TV for the first time in a week or so. There was an excellent CSI featuring Kevin Federline -- not because of the plot, which wasn't that great, but because of the weird conclusion. Grissom (and the rest of the team) have some kind of group-think about the moral vacuity that is Las Vegas and the effect it must have on children going up there. "As long as it feels good, do it",and "What happens in Vegas, stays in vegas", are not such hot moral standards if you have to bring up your own kids in the midst of it.
Almost disturbing, and certainly not the travelogue for LV that the early series of CSI were. Is it getting like Larry David and Seinfeld? Have the writers come to hate the very place that they are writing about? Is Vegas, when you take a hard hard look at it, actually a very empty place for the soul?
