27 September 2011

Shallow Thoughts

King St., Charleston, S.C.
  • I buy the occasional powerball ticket but never remember to check it. Never. I simply buy a day or two of fantasy. I assume that if I really win something I'll read a headline in the P & C saying, "King St. Convenience Store Sells Winning Ticket" and I'll hope to find it crumpled up in the bottom of my backpack.
  • Someone landed on my blog after googling "elderly women to date". Sad.
  • Someone landed on my blog after googling "parks in Afghanistan." Amazing. I walked through parks in Kabul many years ago. 
  • True shallow confessions - I watch Tosh.0. He can be so awful with a happy smile.
  • Isn't it amazing how people believe your entire job consists of the one tiny project that relates to them? Sorry caller. I know my tone was icy. 
  • I went to bed perfectly happy and woke up wanting a black trench coat.  How do these things happen? 
  • The end of tomato season is scaring me. 
  • I need some of Chef Nico Romo's curried crab soup soon. Mmmmm.
  • Am I the only one that finds the Charleston Farmer's Market claustrophobic? There is an entire park available. Can't we move the stalls back a few feet so people can actually walk? Huh, huh, huh? 
  • It's already dark too early to take pictures on my evening walkabout so you get the leftover weekend shots. I wouldn't advise climbing over this gate on King St.  
  •  G'night kids.