Summertime, oh summertime, when on Sundays, pointless galleries seem to make some sense. So, voila! Now go do a cannonball.

Once More To The PoolS

Edvard Munch's latest muse endeavored into quite an extravaganza Friday — his words, not mine — which hit one of its most surreal moments when Starbury himself jumped into a pool. That was around the middle of the afternoon. When I tuned in later that night, he was back to blabbering, and it was like nothing had changed, even after eight hours. Maybe he should consider politricks.

Once More To The PoolS

Speaking of pools, these bad boys will be banned starting in 2010. Not the swimmers or the gold-medal-winning Vitruvian man, but the LZR Racers. Grab them while you can.

Once More To The PoolS

Hey, look, it's a photo of my old friend Natalie Gulbis that the golfer Twitpiced (?) from the Evian Masters. The background looks as nice as that PowerPoint said it would. I wonder if there's a pool.

Once More To The PoolS

It's really hot here, and I'm baking like a toasted cheeser. Call me a can't-hack-it panty waste, but you can't play baseball.

Once More To The PoolS

So what are we gonna do, Squints? Perv a dish?

Once More To The PoolS

Oh, Wendy Peffercorn, my darling lover girl. I can't take it no more!