Dan Among Den

Hey, everybody, look at my shiny new medical degree! Let me cut into your face!

There's this ad for a new cosmetic procedure called "thread-lift", and they're calling it the "lunch hour face-lift". Ok, sounds interesting, and quick. A great grind-them-out assembly-line system.

And to prove that the doctor knows what he's doing here, he boasts of having done sixty of them. That's right, not just fifty or fifty-five, but sixty!

Excuse me, but if this is the kind of thing you can crank through in an hour, and you're saying you're super experienced at it, like something you're doing everyday, then shouldn't you be bragging about having done hundreds? Or over a thousand?

Instead, I'm left with the impression that he's been doing this for, golly, two or three whole months! That's who I want to trust my face to.

Oh yeah, that's the kind of physicisist I want pointing a laser at my head!

In an effort to move me away from glasses to laser eye surgery, they're reminding me of how my summer fun is always being ruined by having my glasses fog up everytime I go inside.

Inside? I don't know about anyone else, but my glasses fog up when I go outside. In fact, I'm pretty sure the physics of it requires that in the summer. My glasses are cooled inside in the dry A/C'd air. I then take them OUTside, and the moisture in the warm humid air condenses on my cold glasses.

So, with that grasp of thermodynamics, is this the guy I want to point a laser into my eye?