Best. Post. Ever. October 11

I got my wisdom teeth taken out last Friday. The whole experience wasn’t all that bad, after I stopped drooling blood. This phenomenon would have been totally awesome if we were a metal band, but alas. Which reminds me, I really want to quote the opening line from this A.V. Club review of the new Sunset Rubdown album:
“Naming your kid Spencer is a great way to make sure he grows up to be a wimpy indie-rocker.”
Anyway, while the process wasn’t really that bad, I still have a few complaints.
First, Oxycodone really sucks. When I told people that I was getting my wisdom teeth out, I was often consoled with, “At least you will get some good pain-killers.” This was my hope as well, but so far Oxycodone has been one big disappointment. I didn’t get any fun druggy feelings at all. Nothing. I basically felt normal, but with slightly less pain. Hell, I would have even taken a little bit of nausea just to know that the drug was working. I probably should have just taken more pills at a time. Wikipedia tells me that in order to properly abuse the drug I should:
“simply crush the tablets, then either ingest the resulting powder orally, intranasally, via intravenous, intramuscular or subcutaneous injection (by dissolving the powder), or rectally to achieve rapid absorption into the bloodstream.”
Frankly, booze is a much better pain-killer than Oxycodone. If you are coming to this band to find the next great “musician kicking heroin album,” you have come to the wrong place. Although, I might have a “slowly drinking myself to death” album in me.
Also, I have developed the next great fad diet. It is a simple two step process that will earn me millions.
Step one: Become Lactose Intolerant. Once you remove cheese, milk, butter, and ice cream from your diet, most of the joy of eating is gone as well. Fact: dairy makes everything taste better.
Step two: Get your wisdom teeth pulled. After you get your wisdom teeth pulled, you can only eat soft foods.
So here is the formula: Lactose Intolerance + Soft Foods = Almost Nothing That You Can Eat!
Seriously. On Tuesday, I completed the saddest grocery shopping trip of my life. I bought apple sauce, jello, soup, oatmeal, and peanut butter. This is all that I eat. I am probably getting more calories from beer these days, which is another reason why it is a superior pain-killer. A bonus is that I am suppose to eat things at room temperature as well, which, to paraphrase Kenny Loggins, leaves me in the “Danger Zone.”
To sum up. In this post I have: talked about drooling blood, insulted a band member, shown how to abuse prescription pain-killers, and whined. I defy anyone to write a better blog post.
Photo taken from Flickr user schoschie.




