House cleaning
Well, this weekend was pretty damn all right, the worst part being that it made my return to the office today that much drearier.
Grady's on his way up to watch some basketball and hang out, and until he gets here, I'm going to attempt to clean my car and the house while hoping to locate my camera.
In the meantime, this photo set is one of the weirdest things I've seen in a while.
Also, if you haven't already, it's worth reading lawyer John O'Connor's account in Vanity Fair of how he put the mystery of Deep Throat to rest. It's an interesting story about access and sources, for anyone interested in that kind of dreck, like me. Sadly, though, I think the world would perhaps have benifitted more had he unraveled the mystery of deep throat. (That one's for you, Justin. (See comments below; do not infer homoeroticism. (Eh, okay, why not — go ahead.)))
Vanity Fair is such a strange magazine. Above, there it was finally putting all the rumors to rest about one of 20th-century American politics' greatest mysteries. Here is is featuring a lame-ass portfolio of Annie Leibovitz's pictures from the Star Wars set.
Aight, beer and basketball time. Maybe later this week I'll describe how awesome it was to watch game three of the Spurs-Suns series from the 35th row of the SBC Center. Hell yes.
Grady's on his way up to watch some basketball and hang out, and until he gets here, I'm going to attempt to clean my car and the house while hoping to locate my camera.
In the meantime, this photo set is one of the weirdest things I've seen in a while.
Also, if you haven't already, it's worth reading lawyer John O'Connor's account in Vanity Fair of how he put the mystery of Deep Throat to rest. It's an interesting story about access and sources, for anyone interested in that kind of dreck, like me. Sadly, though, I think the world would perhaps have benifitted more had he unraveled the mystery of deep throat. (That one's for you, Justin. (See comments below; do not infer homoeroticism. (Eh, okay, why not — go ahead.)))
Vanity Fair is such a strange magazine. Above, there it was finally putting all the rumors to rest about one of 20th-century American politics' greatest mysteries. Here is is featuring a lame-ass portfolio of Annie Leibovitz's pictures from the Star Wars set.
Aight, beer and basketball time. Maybe later this week I'll describe how awesome it was to watch game three of the Spurs-Suns series from the 35th row of the SBC Center. Hell yes.
posted by Matt at 4:41 PM
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