Toad Turds Tuesday

Bufo americanus bisches. And don’t you forget it.

The American Toad.

Not to be confused with any of your run of the mill other types of toads. Bufo americanus is the shizzle.

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Hello front camera switchers, and welcome to Big Balaniferous Friday.

balaniferous: Bearing or producing acorns.

 

 

Your model for today was born October 10th, 1988 in Portugal, she stands 5′ 3″ , measures 39-23-34 and 120 lbs.  Please use self-discipline and say hello to Miss Sofia Takigawa!

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The Humble Toothpick And The Story Of A Meat Tooth

Sometimes you know you’ve got something stuck in your teeth and since you’re in polite company you’ve got to pretend it isn’t there. Well, most of us do anyway. As soon as you get somewhere semi-private the fingernail or edge of a paper is deployed on a particle finding mission. There’s nothing quite like the relief you feel when you dislodge that hunk of meat or vegetable from your teeth. It’s satisfying on a physical level (no more annoying feeling of something that’s just not right in your buccal cavity and your tongue breathes a sigh of relief from the knowledge it no longer is tasked with a job it was not designed to do) and on an emotional level because you know you can now smile freely without the inhibition that gripped you while you had the hunk of food in your tooth. I grew up in a time when going to the dentist meant new cavities and the whole drill and fill sequence. Every time. I’m sure Dr. George’s family benefited greatly from our teeth. Anyway, they have the whole cavity thing mostly taken care of now with various fluoride treatments and, needing a money maker, they’ve shifted to cosmetic dentistry. Had I been born a couple of decades later I am sure my parents would have been advised that my crooked teeth needed straightening otherwise I’d end up living in a cardboard box somewhere in San Francisco and forced to do my pooping on the curb. Alright, my teeth aren’t that bad but I do have a big gap between my upper incisor and canine tooth on the right. Sure enough, like the sun rising in the east, every time I eat there is some fragment of food stuck in there. I call it my “Meat Tooth”.

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Pre-Internet Funny

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It’s hard not to take for granted all of our digital entertainment options. Even the younger Hostages haven’t had the internet as we know it all their lives. Back in HS we learned typing on ancient manual typewriters and there was a Computer Club with about 10 kids in it. Yeah, we had a rotary dial phone at my house until I was in college. Now barely  anyone has a  home phone and it seems nearly every kid has spent more time on YouTube on their phone than they have watching TV. Today we reflect on the pre-gif-era of entertainment as our ancestors experienced it. Well, not exactly since this isn’t the Hostage Weekly Magazine in your mailbox.

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Ouroboros

Every now and then I catch up on watching episodes of The Walking Dead. The On Demand menu lists episodes by their names and numbers. A while ago there was one called Ouroboros on the spinoff show Fear The Walking Dead. I wondered where the name came from and thought I was missing some plot line. Then I saw it referenced somewhere else and did some digging. I’m pretty sure most everyone has seen the Ouroboros symbol and maybe a few know what the heck it represents.

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