Recently I got to go visit my dentist to have some repair work done.

Last summer he'd replaced an old filling, and the new filling had chipped off and needed to be replaced. (Free of charge, thankfully!).

I'm a bit of an "anti-dentite," having endured a couple of painful encounters with dental drills in my youth. My current dentist is calm, pleasant, and completely willing to work with my chicken-y tendencies.

The last time I had to have work done, my dentist introduced me to the joy of laughing gas. So for this most recent trip I was actually looking forward to another enjoyable afternoon spent "under the influence."

Now, while the dentist works, my thoughts tend to wander (aided by the lovely laughing gas) and during this last appointment I realized that laughing gas does not ensure you will have happy thoughts.

My dentist, wonderful, calming, and pleasant though he is, is blessed/cursed with looks that resemble a current character on television/DVDs.


No, not this guy.




Nope. Not this guy either. (Unfortunately.....)




Oh....... I wish.........





It's this guy. Sylar.


My poor, poor dentist looks like one of the creepiest, most evil villians I have ever seen on network television.


Just imagine the drug-induced thoughts one might have as this guy, with a drill in his hands, slowly moves toward your face.

shudder