Saturday, June 28, 2014

The Last Secret Baby Tooth! Part 3.

DON’T GET INTO A STARE FIGHT WITH THE HSR, BECAUSE IT JUST MIGHT LAST FOR MINUTES AND YOUR EYES WILL DEFINITELY DRY OUT, SO YOU’LL HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO BLINK AND LOSE, and this way, your “summertime, and the living is easy” smile can spread out smoothly like rich, creamy, and delicious peanut butter!



Quick background: the dentist barely escapes a fiery inferno, and is surprised that he possesses, and must protect, the magical baby tooth that everyone seems to covet, if he is ever to see home again!



I tell myself, “Let’s see, I get saved from burning molten lava by a girl, then she tries to snatch this baby tooth pendant from me, gets electrified, turns and flies off, and now, I’m transported by what seems to be another person, to this big castle that must contain at least half of the world’s gold, platinum, and diamonds! …All before lunch!”

The young man who transported me, now gestures to me to walk to a raised area and stand there.

A gray cloud ball of dust and electricity decends from the ceiling slowly until it reaches a few feet right in front of me.

The Cloud starts to speak, “Listen as if your life depends on it…because it does!”

“For a million years, exactly, I have been waiting just for this moment…”

“You will take the tooth you possess, the last one of the sacred set, and go to the Hills of Orala.”

“There you will ascend the highest peak, reach the cave near the peak, and enter into it,” speaks The Cloud.

Now, I’m a little lost with all of this happening so fast. I take a swallow and look around. Even though there are immeasurable riches here, it also reminds me of an inescapable trap. I quickly decide that I want no part of it!

“Excuse me, Oh Mighty Cloud, Sir,” I say carefully, “I just need to go back home. I have an important surgery in one hour!”

“Silence, before I vaporize you!” the Cloud commands.

“Then…I’ll look just like you,” I joke with a smile.

“Enough!” shouted The Cloud, visibly growing more impatient.

I snap back, “you can’t hurt me, you need me to complete the task!”

The Cloud reminds me, “And you need me, if you ever want to go back home…Ha,Ha, Ha!”

I don’t like the sound of his laugh, like he is up to something, and that I am going to end up in quicksand…or worse!

I ask, “Just where are these Hills of Orala?”

“A thousand miles from here,” the Cloud says, “and you must get there within the hour!”

“A thousand miles in one hour? You have a car that fast?” I ask unbelievingly.

“I have something much better,” the Cloud lets on, “Eon, assist this, this…dentist!”

So that’s the guy’s name who can talk without moving his lips, I conclude.

The Cloud, now turning more red than gray, with more bolts of electricity shooting within itself, directs me,” You must enter the cave and find the Great Altar, and place the last baby tooth within the mortar on the Altar.”

“Okay,” I respond, ”that’s not too difficult.”

The Cloud speaks again, “The nocturnal lights from three suns will align soon from three passages on the ceiling, and focus on the mortar. The lights of Polaris, the rays from Majesticus, and the radiation coming out of Winglon Major, reflected off of our largest moon, Quax, will activate the regeneration sequence!”

“When all three lights meet and focus on the mortar with the baby tooth inside, you must crush the baby tooth with the pestal that is placed beside the mortar.”


I tell myself that if I expect to get back home, I’d better give it a good shot!


“Let’s do it Mr. Cloudy! Hey, Eon, zap us to this place in a hurry, I gotta lunch date,” I tell them, so I can get back to planet Earth quickly. I implore them. But they are unfazed.

“And one more thing, Tooth Sayer…there will be forces in the cave that will stop at nothing to kill you and take the tooth for their own!” cautions the Cloud.

“Ha, ha, ha,” he belly laughs again.

I ask, “Well why don’t you just go there and do it yourself?”

The Cloud barks back, “You were chosen to do this because you lack…or, rather, you are unitiated in the ways of our worlds. And your intentions are pure, even if you are a, er, a dentist!”

“Eon, take the Tooth Sayer to Orala before it’s too late,” orders The Cloud.

“Please step down, and let us proceed,” Eon says—you guessed it—without moving his lips, “Now close your eyes.”

I feel a whoosh of wind and then open my eyes.

Now I’m on the ledge of a tall mountain with a steep dark drop, and there’s a really bad storm with lots of wind, rain, lightening, and thunder. “Sort of like Mr. Cloudy, with a super-bad attitude,” I think to myself.

Eon is nowhere to be found now.

I see the cave they told me about just ten feet away.

After taking a few steps toward the entrance, the ground starts to give way.

I run to the cave now, so as not to slip and fall down into that deep gorge.

I make it safely inside the cave and tell myself, “Looks like there’s no turning back!”

I start to take slow steps inside the dark cave and clutch the pendant with the baby tooth.

There’s a flickering amber light illuminating the place.

While walking and holding on to the side of the cave, I hear eery sounds starting to grow louder.

Suddenly, part of the…


TO BE CONTINUED…

  

May you have many…wake up, and confidently burn through your vanquishable adventures today…I like science-fiction thriller movies, but I don’t want to actually live in one!...what’s on the surface of something may be the polar opposite of what’s just underneath the facade …smiles!






























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Saturday, June 21, 2014

Hello, I’m Karen! My Smile Drives Men Crazy! Why, I’ve Had Them Do…Part 2.


WHAT IF YOU HAD TO WALK THROUGH A LONG DARK CAVE WITH A MEDIEVAL TORCH THAT’S ABOUT TO GO OUT, AND SOME STRANGE, GROWING SOUNDS SEEM TO COME CLOSER—not to worry though— proclaims the HSR, as your “always the next good thing to look at” smile, shall be guided informatively and safely to your destination.




Quick background: Karen confides to a new friend that she likes using the power of her alluring smile, but she thinks some men get some wild ideas, just because she pays attention to them. 



I know that I have been doing all of the talking, so I have to ask you, what’s your name?

Tikka, you say?

I notice that those three guys over there have been leering at us for quite some time, you pick that up, too?

Yeah, they wish!

I just love the party at this oceanfront Miami Beach mansion!

Do you blaze with your own business?

Oh, get outta here!

So you’re the one behind the pheromone perfumes that everybody’s talking about! I hope you know that you’re responsible for the city’s skyrocketing fertility rates, and the plummeting crime rates!

You’re making people desire to stay home and light the fireplace, among other things!

I like that! You’re a game maker!

What’s the name of your hottest selling potion?

Dang, Tikka! How did you dream up that name, “Survival Of The Species?” It has an ingenious double entendre to it, yet the name leaves everything to the imagination!

Do you plan to sell it in stores sometime soon, or just exclusively on the ‘Net?

Oh, your costs are minimal if you sell online.

Yes, and, the buyers pay for taxes and shipping costs.

Go on, Tikka!

You’ve got your business model humming! And your income stream must be a tsunami!

You say that one of the three guys over there owns a large stake in Kor’real, the international brand?

Did he tried to buy you out?

He offered what?

A condo on the 60th floor in the Burj Khalifa, all paid for, in your name?

Okay! And what was your come back?

…Wait!...You’re the one that secretly brought that penthouse in Monaco’s Tour Odeon Towers last year?

OMG! Then, what else happened…?

I didn’t know his tail could go between his legs!

You know, I’ve been looking for a great partner to go in on this venture…

Let’s give them a one-two punch!

I got this big idea where this new business will…



TO BE CONTINUED…



May you have many…what would you give to recycle back through this world again, or would you want to?...is it all about making significant income streams come your way?...animals that were made to walk: should they fly, swim underwater, or explore outer space, too?…smiles!

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Poetry About The Beautiful Smiles Of Lovers III


STEPPING CONFIDENTLY ONTO THE COLOR-SWIRLING DANCE FLOOR SO I CAN WRITHE ETHEREALLY AND SMOOTHLY LIKE IT SHOULD BE DONE, the HSR helps your “spinning with the technical excellence of an on-point, pirouetting, prima donna ballerina” smile, lay waste to the “duh-looking” competition!



A waitress appeared

From seemingly nowhere

And handed us

Tall drinks

With straws and umbrellas…

On my very first sip

I felt the rushing

Course slowly from

My head on down

Like a cloud’s moving shadow

Pulling a blanket

Over me…

Looking your way

The first thing I see

Is the

Waving white wisp

Of your satisfied smile…

I now feel

That the power of love

Is more powerful

Than the word powerful…

Is fully cooked

Crispy love

More healthy than

A slimy, drippy love?

Love is to be respected,

And sometimes feared…

Sometimes love scares me

When it goes infinitely farther

Than my limit

Could ever reach…

I look to the side

And see two lovers

Affectionately

Strolling up the beach

One of them

Has a hungry and naughty smile…

A warm seductive wind

Blows across my ear

I know it is your

Close inviting breath

Whose pleasure paralyzes me

My eyes see even more

Even though they are closed…

Love is putting me in

An addicted trance

And that drink

Has nothing to do with it…

I turn my head and

Now we’re eye to eye and

Our lips are almost touching

But we don’t kiss yet…

There’s plenty of time

Left in this moist adventure

With your playful and

Teasing smile

And the pre-setting sun

For us to…


TO BE CONTINUED…




May you have many…sure, I’m occupying my own space, but with you here next to me, I feel magical…a smile and a kiss are inextricably-linked cousins of the same mouth…waving your hands to one side with a slow hula dance rhythm…smiles!

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Sex, Drugs, And Rock-And-Roll: Are They Bad For The Teeth?


THE LAST TIME SOMEONE TRIED TO MESS WITH THE HSR, THEY RECEIVED A COPIOUS AMOUNT OF CEPHALIC SPEED KNOTS, DEEP-TISSUE BRUSES, AND A COMPLIMENTARY LETTER FOR THEIR JOB REQUESTING A MEDICAL LEAVE TO HEAL, so people won’t go getting any big ideas about messing with your “walking in the rain with the one I love” smile!



Maybe, especially if a person recklessly engages in all of them simultaneously!

No, but, really, if any of those activities get in the way of you brushing, flossing, and rinsing when needed, then it may be said that those activities are counterproductive.

As far as the surface enamel of the teeth goes, if surface minerals and adjuncts are lost, then they need to be replaced. Walking around with chronically demineralized and dehydrated enamel surfaces is not recommended.

Darkening of the teeth from chromatic elements in the food and drink that we consume is to be avoided if possible, but in many cases newly acquired extrinsic stain can be removed.

Will sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll ruin the teeth?

You might be surprised at the various answers that you’ll get from different dentists!

“Everything in moderation,” is an old saying that still applies.

When college kids have a whole free weekend ahead of them…who knows what will take place?

When driving—be responsible—and only do the rock-and-roll thing, okay!

Please!

Your family and many others need you around, and we need you to be healthy in mind, body, and spirit, so you can work at making this world a better place.

Old folk used to say, and still do, to this day: “Don’t go dissipating yourself, you hear me!”

Wise words, indeed…

..especially if you want to live to be a healthy, posturally erect, and ready-to-spar-anytime centenarian!


May you have many…hey, don’t you know that the ‘60s ain’t over?...what was Jimi Hendrix talking about when he asked, “Are you experienced?”…yo, what’s life without a little bit of fun?—still precious, that’s what it is!…smiles!