Who is Jeff Gannon?

This is a name you'll be hearing (or depending on what the media wishes to feed you) about in the next week or two until the Michael Jackson case gets rolling. It really must be a dry week for news if they (the news media) were finally able to break this story which is almost a month old now. I regret not posting anything about this sooner but count on bloggers like Atrios and other scandal loving bloggers to get the REAL SCOOP weeks in advance! I'm suprised they would post this news story on a Friday night/weekend when news coverage and interest is at a low. Then again, I'm not that suprised.

The media is holding out on the Gannon story (a hack reporter going by the name of Jeff Gannon -aka James Guckert- who was a White House plant who threw softball questions at Bush during reporter interviews with the president who had access to the White House. He was affiliated with a group dubbed GOPUSA)to eventually give you the real dirt! The only place I could find what I was referring to was in a blog called The Lavender Lounge. Be warned: there is alot of gayness going on here for you faint of heart but I promise you it is a good read! Note the image of Jeff Gannon next to Anderson Cooper. Sam Champion wasn't available for comment.

No trip to Vegas would be complete without a visit to the Laughing Jackalope. Who needs the Bellagio anyway?

You find alot of strange oddities if you take the time to look around Vegas. I regret not taking pictures upon arriving at the airport where there's slot machines waiting for you so you can throw more of your hard earned money away.

You can't help feel bad for some of these older places. They try so hard to get your dollar seeing that the bigger hotels are the main lure for many visitors there. If it wasn't for the video display that is dubbed the Freemont Experience, no one would visit the old casinos with the exception of locals and the occasional senior.

Ah... Poor Burt. I believe he's seen better times. Ok, so this isn't the Orleans (its further down the strip but the billboard looked so pathetic on top of this motel that I felt I should take a pic just so that someone out there knows its being acknowledged.

Right across the street you had the Luxor Hotel.

I was tempted to go inside Glitter Gulch. It represented everything that was seedy with the old Vegas we grew to love. There was an out of shape girl with a blond wig with tight spandex trying to lure customers in. Maybe I could have gotten directions to the Chicken Ranch.  

Everything in Vegas is lit up by lights. Even the local 7-11. This was off Freemont Street.  

Procrastination

It was bound to happen sooner or later.

The past two weeks I only entered two posts. I'm a bad boy. You would think the well of ideas would have dried up by now but it isn't that. There are moments when I just get into a funk where I just don't want to do anything. Like there's times when I do the laundry and I bring it to my room to put my clothes away but it will sit in the hamper for two weeks till its time to do the next load. Sometimes I find myself with my ID tag on from work which I've had on since 7 am and when I check the time its about 1 am and I'm still walking around my house wondering why I still have it on. Simple little things like taking off the badge and putting it away until tomorrow or taking five minutes of my time to put my clothes away seems too much of hassle.

Some people may call this depression.

I don't think I'm depressed. Yeah there've been a few things that have happened this past week to piss me off but not for me to say that I refuse to go on the blog (if anything, that's an incentive!).

Just blame it on laziness. I still have to write about my trip to Vegas and L.A. See how lazy I am? I rather bore you with the particulars me prostinating than on something that may be of interest to someone out there.

Anyway, no more goofing off (for now at least).

Gotta check on my dog to see if he hasn't taken a crap in the kitchen.

Laterz.

Cesars Palace at night