The new intro is horrid, though. The music sounds like a compressed tinny mid-90s MIDI bandbox and no one can tell me otherwise. Murray Gold still does good incidental music but good grief get Danny Elfman on the intro.
Fortunately the latest X-ray shows that my second and third molars have managed to lodge themselves in such a way that they'll stay in their current positions indefinitely. I'll have to wait at least a year to get the teeth out.
Until a few days ago. There wasn't as much of what I'd call pain in as much as a consistent throb for the better part of the day.
This brought back into focus a really strange bit of my anatomy: stubborn teeth. My baby teeth didn't fall out until much later than they should have - some of them still had roots and needed to be pulled to make way from the permanent ones that were blasting through the gum line.
However, things pretty much stopped there. The so-called "twelve-year molars" - molars which are supposed to appear at the age of twelve - never really came in. One of them is twisted towards the rest of my teeth, but none of that was a problem unless they start to move.
Six years later, they're finally starting to move, which means I'll be having the first surgery of my life on this upcoming Thursday. While I'm under, it's hoped that the oral surgeon will be able to go up in there and extract my wisdom teeth, which, as of my last panoramic X-ray, are still tooth buds. I was only half-joking when I told my dentist that, if left to their own devices, I'd get my wisdom teeth at around the age of forty.
As I mentioned, this is my first surgery, and it will be the first time I'll be knocked out by an anesthesiologist. I'm not scared of the process by any means - practically everyone goes through this rite of passage into adulthood, after all - but I'm kind of curious as to what the stuff will actually do to me. My family medical history when it comes to anesthesia is weird and hilarious.
My grandmother - whose favorite movie is Kill Bill and has a picture of the "brushie brushie brushie" bat framed in her guest bedroom - has undergone a couple of surgeries in her 73 years of life. When my dad was in high school, he witnessed her as she was waking up from anesthesia, singing a semi-lewd variation of "Do Your Ears Hang Low." Her sister was horrified, but that didn't keep her from laughing her head off (or bringing it up at family reunions, much to my grandmother's chagrin).
When it was time for my dad to get put under, they gave him a dose of anesthesia and then told him to count backwards from ten in order to see if he'd been knocked out. He did so without falling asleep. They doubled the dose and again he counted backwards from ten without any trouble. After a third dose, they told him to count back from 100 and he got to about 15 before finally passing out. He woke up about ten hours later.
With these stories on my paternal side, I can only hope I take after the maternal side and react to being under like a normal person.
We shot all of the small ones off. At most, they shot sparks and colors up about ten feet, with some occasional sounds. It's great fun when you're twelve but more of a dud at eighteen.
Nine of these fireworks remained in a paper bag in the garage, stuck up on a shelf and left behind various detritus for a great long time. Some of them must be at least six years old. We'd been saving them for some big occasions, but many big occasions had come and left without us even thinking of touching that bag.
Earlier today, my dad and I went outside with paper plates, the fireworks, and some long tools, and spent the better part of half an hour coercing the black powder out of the innards of these fireworks. We dumped the powder through a broken funnel and into a cleaned, dried-out lemonade container. It came up to about a fifth of the way up the container, which had held around a gallon of lemonade when it was purchased.
After dinner and significant time in the pool, we headed back outside because we wanted to light this thing on fire.
Don't try this. I never have before and I never will again, and I will describe exactly why.
After thoroughly dousing the entire area with water, we began the process of setting our contraption off. To light it, we wadded up a massive amount of paper towels into a gigantic fuse and lit it. The paper towels melted a little bit of the plastic container, but would not keep aflame past a certain point. Take two was a relight of the existing nub, but even that proved impossible.
Night had fallen and we were fast becoming frustrated. I retrieved three sparklers from the basement in an attempt to figure out what was going on, and they indeed elucidated the issue: there wasn't enough air in the container to keep the flame going long enough for it to hit the powder at the bottom.
On our final try, a paper bag was retrieved, doused in citronella fluid, put underneath the half-melted lemonade container and set on fire. It burned slowly, then gained traction as it advanced on the powder.
At first, nothing happened. My first thought was that it wouldn't be hot enough to melt out the bottom of the container and ignite the powder.
Then it began to pop. It did so once at first, enough to make me think that the entire thing was nothing but a dud. Then the flames grew wider, and wider still, as powder that had been dormant so long finally came into contact with the very flame that had so eluded it.
A massive tower of fire, three feet wide and easily twenty feet high, shot up into the night sky, carrying along a gigantic plume of smoke. The sparklers disintegrated and were carried up, crackling up along with the colors that had been imbued in its constituent fireworks so long ago.
As soon as it had shot up, it died down again, leaving the remains of what appeared from a distance to be a small campfire - albeit one that crackled and popped quite more than the usual.
It was at this point that my mom opened the kitchen window and yelled "YOU TWO ARE NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!"
AND THIS IS MY DAD:
AND THEN I REALIZED WHAT THEY COULD BE.
NAY, WHAT THEY WERE.
BY THE POWER OF MY LIMITED IMAGE MANIPULATION SKILLS COMES THE REBOOT OF GALIDOR:
He's the lord of all strangeness. - Ignika: Nerd of Life
How awesome is Sumiki on a scale of 1 to 10? - Waffles
42. - Black Six
[He's] the king of wierd, the prince of practicality, the duke of durr! - Daiker
Sumiki is magic. - Cholie
Sumiki says, "Do I creeeeeeep you out?" Yes, he does. - Waffles
Sumiki is a nub. He's cool, but he's still a nub. - Ran Yakumo
"What is a Sumiki?" You may ask. But the answer to that is still unknown, even to the Sumiki itself. - Daiker
LISTEN TO SUMIKI - Cholie
Sumiki is best snickerdoodle. - Takuma Nuva
BZPower = Sumiki + McSmeag + B6. And Hahli Husky. - Vorex
What's a Sumi? Does it taste good? - Janus
I would have thought Sumiki wanted to reincarnate as a farm animal. - Kraggh
EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH - Kakaru
Sumiki: the horse_ebooks of bzp - VampireBohrok
Everything relates to Sumiki. No really, everything. - Daiker
Sumiki - hat-wearing ladies man. - Black Six
He's in worse mental condition than I thought. - Obsessionist
I'm just wondering why I'm looking at some cat dancing ... I suppose the answer would simply be "Sumiki." - Brickeens
I was like a beast, screaming through the mind of Sumiki at the speed of sound. I.. I wasn't strong enough to stop myself. What I saw was the end of infinity, through which one can see the beginning of time, and I will never be the same. - Portalfig
I imagine the 13th Doctor will be rather like Sumiki, at the rate we're going. - rahkshi guurahk
I was quite sure Sumiki had another set of arms stashed somewhere. - Bfahome
Note to future self: don’t try to predict Sumiki, he’s unpredictable. - Voltex
Let's be honest, I would totally have picked my main man Sumiki to lead my goose-stepping night killers anyway. We tight like that, yo. - Xaeraz
10/10, would Sumiki again. - Bfahome
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Every week, I post a new "Tuesday Tablescrap", a small MOC not worthy of a topic, but something to post and inspire me to build more.
10/25/11 - Duplo Flower
11/1/11 - Slender Man and Masky
11/8/11 - Bizarre Black Spaceship
11/15/11 - 2001 Monolith
11/22/11 - My Little Slizer 50
11/29/11 - Punching Bag
12/6/11 - Thunder and Escorts
12/13/11 - Three Concepts
12/20/11 - Kaxium Alternate
12/27/11 - None (Christmas Break)
1/10/12 - None
1/17/12 - Volant
1/24/12 - Nidman's Chute Shoop Shop
1/31/12 - None (Brickshelf down)
2/7/12 - None
2/14/12 - Atomic Lime
2/21/12 - Spearhead
2/28/12 - Glatorian Kahi
3/6/12 - Seeker
3/13/12 - Skyscraper
3/20/12 - Microphone
3/27/12 - Toa Vultraz
4/3/12 - Flammenwerferjüngeres
4/10/12 - Umbrella
4/17/12 - Lime Beetle
4/24/12 - Special - Flame Sculpture
5/1/12 - None (BZPower down)
5/8/12 - Purple Ninja
5/15/12 - The Original Sumiki
5/22/12 - 7/24/12 - None
7/31/12 - Tahu
8/7/12 - None (BrickFair)
8/14/12 - Special - Chess Set
8/21/12 - Heavily Armored Wasp
8/28/12 - Spaceship Drill
9/4/12 - Scuba Vehicle
9/11/12 - Orange Guy
9/18/12 - Strange Flying Thing
9/25/12 - Goblet
10/2/12 - None
10/9/12 - Aim .............................. Down
10/16/12 - Gold Bot
10/23/12 - Teal Mech
10/30/12 - Special - Teal Mech (#2)
11/6/12 - Bits and Pieces
11/13/12 - Two Spaceships
11/20/12 - TARDIS Interior
11/27/12 - Christmas Creep
12/4/12 - Toaraga
12/11/12 - Fireplace
12/18/12 - Abstract Duckling
12/25/12 - None (Christmas)
1/1/13 - Black Bot
1/8/13 - 1/22/13 - None
1/29/13 - Handheld Rhotuka Launcher
2/5/13 - 8/6/13 - None
8/13/13 - The Hinklebot
8/20/13 - Special - Post-Apocalyptic Piyufi
8/27/13 - 8/5/14 - None
8/12/14 - Another Chro Original
8/19/14 - Kanohi Zatth
8/26/14 - Miniland Hatpile
9/2/14 - S. S. Starfish
9/9/14 - Special - Claude Hairgel
9/16/14 - Green Flame
9/23/14 - Avohkah Tamer
9/30/14 - Special - The Havoc Wreaker
10/7/14 - Fire Snake
Formerly known as the Bring Back Teal Club, the Unused Colors Society is a club that serves to promote colors that are little-used or discontinued, such as teal, old purple, or metallic blue.
Akuna Toa of Sonics
Popup2: The Camel
~System Of A Down~
Thunder on the Mountain
Toa of Vahi
WORT WORT WORT
Toa Kuhrii Avohkii
Toa Neya 2011 Edition
~prisma son of dawn~
.: WoLVeRINe :.
The Great Forgetter
Thomas the Tank Engine
Oh my miru
Element lord Of Milk.
Lexuk Toa Of Insanity
Michael J. Caboose
Lord Kaitan de Storms
Toa of Dancing
The Oncoming Storm
Toa of Pumpkin
Toa Zehvor Blackout
Lord of Ice
Zarayna: The Quiet Light
Vorex: Keeper of Time
Toa of Smooth Jazz
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If you learn one thing in life, learn this:
You should never, ever question why demons would possess a soda.
just a heads up - Cthulhu would probably eradicate mankind before bringing back Bionicle
so yeah, all I'm saying is, please think twice about this okay
nothing gets democracy flowing like erratic capitalizatION
[the NSA] couldn't say no when I offered them an ostrich farm in exchange
Sumiki -- nice try but we all know Toa Mata Nui stuffs its bra
have we mentioned hats
Shhh, I'm trying to focus on the negative to justify my dislike of history.
Also a long line of really great hats.
You have a great understanding of history, but don't forget, war, murder and other poor decisions are also huge characteristics.
To be fair, I am the one responsible for the invention of Mafia in the 1320s by seventeen bored italians locked in a mine shaft.
It's a long story.