As a long time conspiracy buff, I feel I should acknowledge Mark Felt's admission that he is the legendary "Deep Throat." Consider it acknowleged. I'm still curious why he'd wait thirty years to reveal himself, considering that the entire world owes him a debt for bringing Nixon down.

It's a shame. I was always partial to the Haig theory. I still think he could suck a good cock.

Phil Spector? Or me in 30 years? 

I don't know why, but I was thinking about Boston's idiotic Holocaust memorial.

Smoke rises from charred embers at the bottom of these chambers. Six million numbers are etched in glass in an orderly pattern, suggesting the infamous tattooed numbers and ghostly ledgers of the Nazi bureaucracy. Evocative and rich in metaphor, the six towers recall the six main death camps, the six million Jews who died, or a menorah of memorial candles.

My problem is this: The number of Jews who died was not exactly six million. This art is retardedly over-literal and simplistic. I bet the designers think exactly six million Jews were killed.

In an old post from my archives about the Oscars, I introduce a link to the Onion Oscar re-cap by saying: The Onion has a much funnier recap than I am capable of, although I'm a little ashamed to get that joke about Charlize Theron...

The "joke" in question is

3:15 Adrien Brody introduces Best Actress with a dash of breath spray. The new low-angle stage camera makes amazonian beauty Charlize Theron—winner for Most Acting in Monster—look like a sexy Yao Ming. She'll take on Mothra in her next movie.

For the life of me, I have no idea which joke it was i "got." The breath spray? That was an obvious joke? Mothra? That's not oo obscure. I can only assume it was Yao Ming, who is an NBA basketball player. I learned that just now. If I did know it, why would I even be ashamed? I wonder if I meant I was ashamed to not get the joke.

Still watching tv. I wonder if people advertising satellite dishes have to pay extra if their commercial bashes cable tv? Because that's what the commercial is airing on.

Up late watching television, after a late night watching clown strippers. My ears perk up during the commercials during ANGEL, for baby products, particularly a cream that soothes the schreeching infant. At first, I thought I was noticing due to the recent births by a couple friends, but then I realized that these commercials are running frequently. I guess they for the new parents, up in the wee hours with an agitated young child. It's nice that a show about a vampire can be a vehicle to speak to a new parent.