'Ya talking to me, Punk? Part deux

Perhaps she's gotta lay off Ghost Recon for a while.

Laissez-faire forever

Free-market champion Milton Friedman died yesterday at 94. *Sigh*

Currently reading

The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck.

Verdict: Wang Lung's a pig. O-lan reminds me of me.

No, I'm not even halfway through. Been alternating it with a re-read of Like Water for Chocolate. Ooh-la-la.

I got myself a copy because it was at 30% off, not because it had Oprah's seal of approval.

Gimme my cake, and my shoes, too.

I don't care what the critics say. Booed in Cannes? I heard there was more applause. It may not have been too historically accurate since it was based on only one biography, and attempts to humanize her may only have given her an image of, er, a bubblehead.

At any rate, there was a lot of eye candy, and plenty of the color pink. (I am not much into pastels, so it takes a lot for me to like pink.) And the costumes! The shoes! The Palace of Versailles! Entertaining, very. The soundtrack (Nu Wave and pop, among others) added that punch.

I would also like to add that the French do bathe. With their clothes on. Kidding.

See it. Only at Greenbelt Cinema 3.

Cat, DMD

I'm updating my resume. Will be adding "simple tooth extraction" under Other Skills.

Yep, LP is now officially bungi. Her tooth was loose enough to knock out with my left punch, but that would have left her face black and blue. True to form, though, she was playing with her Gameboy while I deftly tied a length of floss around her lower incisor.

She giggled as I gently tugged away, "Heehee!!! Are you making my tooth dance, Mommy?"

And one strong yank upwards, it came off.

I announced, It's off! It's off! Andolini, who was watching TV, scrambled madly for the camera. Let's take a picture! Smile, sweety! The corners of her mouth stretched into an uneasy smile, as blood started trickling down her lip.

Quick! Gargle with icewater! I yelled.

After which she started yelping in pain. Blood in the sink is never a pretty sight.

She carried on, crying, blood and tears flowing, Don't do that again, OK?!?!?!? Twenty minutes and few tablespoons of ice cream later, she's happy again.

And happier the next morning. The tooth fairy gave her a hundred pesos for her perfect, no-cavities tooth.