On the Bottom Half

In keeping with the toothed theme of the previous post, this is me being a dentist on the giant inflatable life-size plesiosaur that King Harald V of Norway ceremoniously inflated during the opening ceremony of the Oslo conference I went to in August. One could say that I'm going "dental". Paleontologists have discovered the bones of this beast on Svalbard, which are the northernmost islands of Norway lost somewhere in the Arctic Ocean where the Sun doesn't shine for fairly significant amounts of time.

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This week...

A special someone has directed me to a columnist on the guardian.co.uk website, which is a British news service akin to the BBC, but without the government funding. This columnist is a man named Charlie Brooker and he is the most hilariously cynical columnist I've ever read. He's far more so even than Heather Mallick. Brooker's article last week was called "Is this the end of the world? If so, it's a bit more boring than I'd imagined: an invisible apocalypse." It's about what else... the financial system self destruction. Have a read... you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll hurl. I quote:
"For years, money was just appearing from nowhere, or so we were told. People bought houses and bragged about how the value kept zooming up, and up, and up. In fact, they didn't seem to be houses at all, but magic coin-shitting machines. It was all a dream, a dream..."