Nobody Knows Who They Were... or... What They Were Doing.
Ow, my fricken head!
I think I've got a sinus infection. There's enough pressure behind my eyes that I think with little effort I could fire one (maybe both) across the room. I'd rather not do that. My whole head needs a "Warning Contents Under Pressure" label. Enough on that.
This weekend I got to see one of my most favoritest people in the whole world. We went to the museums in DC and ended up heckling people. We did get to see a bum fight... which was pretty cool. For the record... a black bum does not take kindly to the "n" word from a white bum. Who knew? There's nothing quite as parity defining as sitting at an outdoor pub drinking Guinness while bums fight for your amusement. I felt very Roman.
So, Courtney, is awesome. For those that have visited an of my dwellings in the past 15 years, you'd know her as the person who gave me the giant inflatible sausage and also the scary bottle opener. If you don't know what I mean by scary bottle opener, you've never seen it. It's the cat-man-penis-guy-thing. No trends there, surely.
So anyway... seeing her was groovy. Too short though. We'll be getting together more often I hope. Part of my Operation Don't Wait Five Years to See People plan.
What else is new? Not much.
Today I've been occupying my time by sending inappropriate e-mails to people who foolishly gave me their White House e-mail addresses. For those who don't know, White House e-mail is subject to searches and is a federal record. Well... unless you're Karl Rove (fat sack) or Alberto Gonzalez (el jefe tortudora)... those guys get a pass. I think the subject of today's inappropriate e-mail thread revolves around a known homosexual molesting cats. It's the little things really.
Also... if you're really bored and want some good reading... put in a FIOA request to the White House for all e-mails containing the word "Monty" from 1996-2005.
There's some damn good reading in there. Although I'm pretty there's a six month gap in there where there isn't anything... I have no idea why that would be.
You'll have to wait for my book.
Chapter 7 - The Ballad of the Vanishing E-Mails (or I Swear It Was Right Here!)
Heh... I'm so going to be disappeared one day.