Location: St. Vincent & Grenadines

You were driving home in the dark on one glass-slippered heel, window sliced open and bathing in the snowliquor of the night air. We heard you singing, and couldn't bear to wake you.

09 June 2005

Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?

Item 1: I'm about a week behind the curve on this one, but it turns out that Deep Throat is a guy who lives about fifteen minutes away from me. No, not Linda Lovelace. The other guy. The one with the inexplicable aversion to Nixonian skullduggery.

Skullduggery. Heh.

The county I live in now officially boasts: the most famous heretofore-unknown whistleblower of the twentieth century (see previous); the greatest musician of the twentieth century; the daughter of my favorite deceased writer (article by yours truly); the homestead, offspring, and museum dedicated to the work of one of the greatest cartoonists of the twentieth century; and the absolute cutest baby ever invented.

Item 2: Clearly she's not the cutest baby ever invented, but perhaps the spankin'-new daughter of Penn Jillette does have the coolest name ever invented.


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