Pulling Teeth

Man, this whole record was my jam when I was 10/11 years old, but "Pulling Teeth" really takes me back.  It's also apropos.  How so?  Yesterday, I had two teeth extracted, and I spent the next twelve-ish hours bleeding to death.  My gums are still sore.  I'm still grumpy.  I'm still medicated, so it's not a total washout.  Mainly, I'm posting this update to excuse the dearth, the paucity, of Random Reviews activity.  Expect cool stuff this weekend, however.  I might dredge up a long-dormant column that holds a special place in my heart.  If you need specifics, it's somewhere near the pulmonary valve.  Whatever you do, don't look under the tricuspid valve.  Never, EVER look under the tricuspid valve.