Tooth update: my screaming cavity has luckily not gotten any worse, but sadly not gotten any better. But I've got enough Advil and gin to make it until Wednesday, when a nice man with a nice white coat and nice set of pliers will replace the tooth with a gaping bloody gum hole.

Hmmm... Gaping Bloody Gum Hole - that's a good name for Nate's new band. Put it on the short list, fellas.

In other news, I don't want anyone to think that the passing of Ike Turner is going to make me stop doing my "Ike Turner apologizing for his domestic violence" routine. Just to be clear - that shit is STILL funny. Turner's death will not take this away from me, damn it.

I'm also going to go on record and predict the next black 70's soul singer to die will be... Isaac Hayes. Don't mess with me on this. I'm eerily good at calling celebrity deaths. Remember the great Nell Carter prediction of ought three? She earned me 46 points in my celebrity death pool that year. I'm telling you, you don't know what kind of a man you truly are until you find yourself dancing around your office, yelling to your co-workers "Yes! Nell Carter is dead! Whooo!"

What - too soon?