My lazy-ass, non-blogging coworkers keep pointing out the kinds of things I should write about. "Oh look," said Nate, "by the sink; there's a cup of blue water that's just been sitting there for weeks. You could write about that."

I pointed out that I never - ever - repeat myself on my website. My Chinatown/San Francisco series of photographs should be ample evidence of that.

I felt I'd just been told, "go be funny" and also that "you're too stupid/lazy/unoriginal to come up with stuff yourself, so I'll just go ahead and inspire you with my own adroit observations". Nate, blog your own life. The only thing funny these days is how dead my soul is.

I'm obliged to point out that Nate has a penchant for coming to work wearing sandals without socks. It may in fact be Casual Friday, but it's never "hideous exposed toes Thursday."

Never.