it goes vwoom together

But is it my favorite song of the day? Maybe.

Today I met Kenny. Kenny scares me. He scares me more than any other person I’ve ever met.

I was on my way to obtain some good / bad part count tags on some GE / AB processors when we were introduced. Kenny moved kinda slow… turtle like (his words, not mine). I’m not quite sure how tall he is… maybe seven feet? He weighs about four hundred pounds… and he’s something like a level 13 grandmaster of martial arts. Hmmm, I’m not sure how old he is… maybe 50? He’s also quite… round.

I like to do this thing when I see people where I run them through a series of mental evaluations. One of the tests is their capacity for physical destruction. I’ve never ranked anyone higher than Kenny (well actually, Michael Corvin is pretty high up there… but I haven’t come to a solid conclusion about his existence).

Kenny likes telling stories. I think he likes fighting too. One time a pickup truck hit him so he beat it up. I backed up as he told the story with live reenactments. He smashed in the hood with his elbow and kicked off a rear view mirror. He had a good ending too, “The guy just waited quietly in the truck for the police to arrive. A lot changes in 20 years. I used to be… less stable.”

I guess he can do the splits and kick some eight feet high. It was really hard to imagine Kenny doing the splits. I came really close to asking for a demonstration in that clean room at ICU Medical. I chickened out and, in the end, contented myself to watching his demonstrations of beating down tongans, ultimate fighters, world grandmasters, etc… He spends his evenings giving private lessons to local fighters (which sounded more like people paying him a couple hundred dollars to come to their house and beat them up for a few minutes).

just tell me that given my exposure, I am justified in my trust

I think I’m sharing this because I’m hoping for some sort of confirmation that it’s ok to believe Kenny. It just seems so odd to me, that these things could actually be true. I swear I’m not a gullible person; I know how to do that rational thing. But I really believe him.

So I’ve been needing to visit the dentist for quite some time now. It’s not that I’m in any pain… it has just been a while since my last checkup. >_> So having no place to start I registered with http://1800dentist.com (hokey right? and might I recommend turning down your speakers if you so choose to visit the site… I just thought it was a little creepy… that’s all) The next day I received a call from 1800dentist and was scheduled for an appointment at the office of James A. Morgan, DDS, PC. I was nervous going in for my x-ray / cleaning / checkup this morning. I didn’t really know anything about the place and my parents had spent the previous day telling me of the horrors of seeing a non-recommended dentist.

mid day delusions

So after driving around for half of an hour, looking for 800 north 1300 east (Orem… turns out there is an 800 north in Orem too >_> /sigh), I dashed inside and began the paperwork. The place turned out to be quite nice and my chair was especially comfy. The paperwork involved could easily equate to a four page (double-spaced) essay tho. After divulging my medical history I was introduced to Kim (my dental hygienist).

Let me just say, Kim is a pro. I would have told her so too, except I was feeling a bit bashful after turning my mouth into a waterfall… and then her making some comment about drowning. At one point Kim pointed out that she fears going to the dentist because she might have “boogers” in her nose. I guess it can become quite visible when you lie a patient down. I’m not sure why I hadn’t contemplated this before… it is a good point… and it seems fairly obvious now. I must think on this more. But honestly, I’m contemplating a thank you card… (for the pro part… not the “boogers”… maybe the “boogers” too)

glances can cripple

Anyway… I got a bit lost on my way home and ended up driving past the old neighborhood where I grew up. It was quite an odd feeling. I went from being clueless about my location to having this old sense of familiarity. I decided that driving through would be the sentimental thing to do. The giant tree is gone. The sandbox is now a pavilion. The door is still green tho. Oh, and the stop sign has been transformed into a “never stop lovin’” sign.

From there it was over to walmart to grab some supplies for the continued development of my oral hygiene. There was a massive tumbleweed in the road. I mean, this sucker was about as tall as me and it was just chilling in the far right lane I was trying to make a right turn into. The light was red and I felt kinda bad for the vehicle behind me. I imagined them becoming upset when I continued to not turn, even when there appeared to be a vacant lane from their perspective. It’s just that there was a tumbleweed the size of their car and I didn’t want to damage the organic and slightly creepy-looking mass of… stuff.

he cant believe that it grows

Oi. That should do.