If anyone from North America ever drops by this blog and goes wtf:

Sorry, folks, I’m out of sync with Gilmore Girls, blockbuster movies, best sellers and frantic My Gawd talent shows. Their European spin-offs make no sense to me either. I read about them the way I would reports from far away planets – with a kind of distant fascination for exo-worlds out there.

Of course, if they don’t make sense to me, I guess I don’t make much sense to them either. Eh. Quod erat demonstrandum.

So I’ll eat some of the fresh muscat grapes I bought at the market,  and call that lunch. Then I’ll go back to exploring other disconnects with my fictional characters. Imaginary friends get repetitious at times, true. But the imaginary ones and I usually manage to find some loophole worth investigating, even on the slowest of days.

(Note that the fictional street cameras illustrating this post aren’t one hundred percent aligned. What’s going on in the gap space. Hmm…)