Anna Nicole Smith died four miles from my house yesterday, which is kind of bizarre. It's not so much that she died; that much was sadly predictable. What's bizarre is the realization that I live only four miles from the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel. I lived in Las Vegas for three years and wasn't that close to a Hard Rock Hotel.
What I do know is that the luckiest, happiest person in the world right now is that crazy, diapered astronaut lady who just got bumped off the front page. She's doing a touchdown dance right now the likes of which haven't been seen since Congressman Gary Condit flipped on the tube and saw those Muslims flying jetliners into the Twin Towers.
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