Feasting Time is Near!

Okay, my site average is officially over 200. Soon I will cook the promised feast.

However, I'm not stupid. I know it's not actually for love of the site that my site hits suddenly surged. There were a ton of links to the MILK and Susina posts, but J dug through the site history and found dozens of Google searches for images on my site. More likely than not, someone is going through and stealing my photos.

Ahem, whoever you are. SHADY. I don't mind when people take a photo, of even a bunch of photos. I totally understand that some things are pretty and you just want them. I especially understand if you find a photo of something tasty and you want to show your friends (although, why not just link them to my site?). But lifting hundreds of photos from my site? Not nice. You'd better not be using them for commercial purposes. Because if you're unlucky enough for me to find you, I will be angry. Very angry. The only person allowed to use my photos for commercial purposes is Mohammed from Tajine in San Francisco, because he always treated us right and because he asked nicely. Look how pretty his site is (click here).

But it's really no skin off my nose. I'm having a good morning. I got my tire fixed, I had a great latte at Peet's while waiting, and I was complimented by a stranger on my sparkler. I swear, African men are so smooth. It's the accent, the smile, their generally clean cut appearance, and sincere tone. I was putting a lid on my latte and he said "That's a beautiful rock!" I was surprised, because the only people who notice my ring are married women--who else knows the difference between a real diamond and a cubic zirconium? I said "Thank you, good eye!" He said "Well, he's a lucky guy, because the girl is much more beautiful than the rock." BLUSH! Then, because he's classy, he turned away and talked to his friends again. He did not creepily follow me out the door with his eyes. Why can't more guys learn how to give genuine, none disgusting compliments that brighten someone's day instead of giving her the heebie jeebies?

He was probably some South African blood diamond mogul.