Nice moments from Summer 2009:

While waiting for a lunch order, I looked outside to the sidewalk to see a lady staggering to her car. I was nervous that she was impaired and about to get behind the wheel. Then I realized she was walking barefoot, balancing on her heels, trying to maintain her brand-new pedicure.

From the Ventura County Star:

Every night, Pat Torres and her husband pour a glass of wine and head to their backyard to watch TV.

But they don’t watch the news or sitcoms. They aren’t even watching a real TV screen. They are watching their chickens.

“It’s like chicken TV,” Torres said.

I had a high-intensity evening in July — a horrible improv show was followed by loud, raucous blowing off of  steam at a local restaurant, into the wee hours. I was exhausted, ready for bed, driving home. Suddenly, a shooting star (or asteroid?) cracked the sky — like a blue-white LED bulb exploding, the shards sparkling behind it.

The Stuff from the B-Side podcast recently discussed the existence and evolution of sea shanties. The hosts finished their subject, then turned to the “Listener Mail” segment. Suddenly, they’re reading my guilty pleasures songlist, my “Easy Cheezy Listenin’ Tunes,” the songs I only listen to when I’m alone. Now, the world knows that I enjoy supermellow 70s music, and I’m proud! Brandy, you’re a fine girl! (listen here to the podcast)

The Fair.