Pegasus Parade

Today is the annual lemming race through our neighborhood to Broadway for the second unignorable pre-Derby event, the first being "Thunder over Louisville," an enormous fireworks display preceded by the afternoon's completely obnoxious Air Show--I believe these delights take place two weeks before Derby; now we're counting down; maybe some of you out-of-towners are aware the Derby itself is always on the first Saturday in May. I am completely clueless about the horses, which is unusual for me--I do know my dad's favorite is Lawyer Ron, and that the overall favorite is Brother Derek.

In other news, i just fished drosophila out of my iced tea. I'm a bit weirded out at myself, as I return to blogging and observe that I followed a political blog entry rapidly with a religious blog entry. There are those who are of the opinion "you should never discuss politics or religion" but that's at parties. This is SO not a party... I mean, I feel less than partyish today, as the day began with the discovery of the door standing open and my tomcat gone and pornography all over my computer, along with viruses. Who was the architect of this situation? not someone who I feel good about right now, though I'm not going to publish his name. And do you know that after I confronted him about it, and he slunk off, he came back five minutes later asking for cigarette money???

I'm sorry if I've offended anyone with my politics or religion, neither of which have been well-handled in my impulsive whalish verbal spoutings--there, that's a mouthful. Now, I've got stop typing.

---Harriet.