Oh, Bob. We've all read The President's Men, fantasized about you (and by "you" we clearly mean Robert Redford's much-more-handsome version of you) sweeping us off our feet, and reminding us that journalistic integrity—like chivalry—is not completely dead.

That's why we love it when you kick off your shoes, muss up you hair, and let us in on those little idiosyncrasies that make you, well, you. Like here, at this informal Q&A chat:

Attendees—including Woodward tablemates AOL's Jim Kimsey and lawyer Sanford Ain—learned what Woodward does for fun (re-reading the Senate Watergate Report and listening to Nixon tapes in the car), where Woodward would have dropped his next Watergate revelation (a University of Texas conference that was canceled due to an ice storm), and what Woodward’s next book won’t be about (Watergate).

We can already picture it: Bob Woodward/Robert Redford, cruising around town in his black Escalade, top down, windows up, reddish-blond hair blowing in the breeze, with the Richard Millhouse Nixon tapes blasting just as loudly as his car speakers will allow…Priceless.

And just when we thought Woodward Uncut can't possibly get any better? It does!

Woodward recalled a time when Rumsfeld aides called him indignantly regarding comparisons between their boss and Vietnam War architect Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara. “Can you imagine how McNamara feels?” Woodward retorted.

BAM! Take that, Rummy. No wonder you reportedly left your most recent job off of your newly leaked resumé.