corky st. clair

Today, I woke up to the smell of burning embers in my mind as I recalled a quote from a dear, dear movie of mine: Waiting for Guffman. Do yourself a favor and watch it. And then perhaps give yourself a pat on the back for having partaken in a piece of film masterpiecery.




I also have a dentist appointment today, much to the chagrin of my nubile gums. I can count on being chastised and harrangued--possibly accosted--by a disgruntled hygienist about the lack of flossing. They will also tell me that I've misused "nubile" at which point I will tell them that hey, my gums could certainly be considered as "sexually attractive, and of marriageable condition or age." If they do not make this up to me with a free toothbrush and strawberry fluoride, then I will have no part in their dental tomfoolery, and I'll be damned if I sit back and let myself be lectured by a pervert. Thank you Peter Griffin.