That W. Mark Felt Good

As an aficionado of 1970’s adult cinema, I felt cheap, dirty and betrayed earlier this week when former FBI agent W. Mark Felt admitted that he was the real Deep Throat. How the makeup artist for that film didn't win an Oscar for his/her transformation of Felt into the enchanting Linda Lovelace is baffling to me. Then again, the academy has historically shied away from recognizing work in the realm of hardcore porn. Nothing like two day old topical comedy.

I enjoy approaching people at say a supermarket or a clothing store, who based on their appearance clearly don't work there, and then asking them questions as if they do. Why not go up to the elderly woman shopping with her granddaughter at the Gap and ask "Do all the relaxed fit boot cut jeans come with a button fly, or are there others in the back that zip?" It's an innocent mistake.

There's nothing quite like the mixture of embarrassment, pride, amusement and surprise one feels after simultaneously sneezing and farting, or snarting if you will.

Wishing you a snart filled weekend.