Last night was They Might Be Giants night. I do not know if we are really having a theme tonight. I am still a little loopy from this morning. My jaw is a little bit sore; not enough that I need to take any painkillers, but just enough that I have a consistent reminder that there was work done.
Speaking (or rather, writing) of that, I have never truly felt like I was in a Bill Cosby sketch before. But this specialist was an exception. Here is an example of the conversation that we had while he was doing my root canal:
Dental surgeon: So, you work for Fermilab! That’s got to be one of the best jobs in the world!
Me: Gleh, Ah ehhaoir ih!1
DS: So, what will you do now that the LHC is up and running?
Me: Glel, uh eh’uh’ah ih ee uh or a uhul or eahs a’ e ha se’e’ah oah a’ekhs cu’ig uh.2
DS: Really? What kind?
I will spare you the semi-phonetic gobbledygook that ensued as I attempted to talk about Project X while my mouth was numbed by Novocaine, covered by a latex sheet, and filled with fingers and dental implements. All I will say is that, I honestly have no idea how in the world he understood me, but his responses indicated that he did.
 Yeah, I enjoy it!
 Well, the TeVatron will be up for a couple more years and we have several more projects coming up.