The House held a special session on June 19 to address “Breeding, Drugs, and Breakdowns: The State of Thoroughbred Horseracing and the Welfare of the Thoroughbred Racehorse” in response to Eight Belles’ death at the Kentucky Derby. The hearings focused on exactly what they should have: doping and breeding. I can’t really figure out what [...]
Entries from June 2008
June 28, 2008
Street Corner, 8:39 p.m., Saturday Night
Oh, hello, blog.
This is, um, awkward. I’ve been busy — working — so, um, that’s why, um, I haven’t called. I’ve thought about you so many times — there are so many things I have to tell you.
So, um, maybe I can call you some time? Would that be OK?
OK. I’ll call you sometime. Soon.
June 16, 2008
Because I Can’t Stop Giggling About It
The backup generator that powers the emergency lights and whatnot for our 12-story building is insanely loud, and creates a slight wind tunnel effect. So, of course, when we got home tonight and discovered that power was out in the building AGAIN, it made perfect sense to me to scream at Scott.
ME: GET ON [...]
June 14, 2008
I Take Out the Trash, I Sweep the Floor
It’s intern season!
This is both good and bad.
Good: Interns can help with work.
Bad: Interns think I’m old.
Good: Interns have fresh ideas.
Bad: Interns think I’m old.
Good: Interns don’t mind working late.
Bad: Interns think I’m old.
Yesterday in a meeting, I was sitting next to some other team’s new summer intern (our team, we don’t actually get our [...]
June 7, 2008
A Big Poo on Big Brown
A few people in real life have asked me what I think will happen today at the Belmont, whether or not I think Big Brown will be the first Triple Crown winner since Affirmed in 1978.
The answer is no; I don’t think he’ll win.
Don’t get me wrong — I would like nothing more than to [...]
June 4, 2008
Dear CNN,
This isn’t really a tease: ‘X-Files’ Star Is Pregnant’
Because, well, let’s think it through. Hmmm. Men can’t get pregnant, so it’s not David Duchovny or Mitch Pileggi or Nicholas Lea or Robert Patrick. That leaves … um … THE ONLY WOMAN ON THE SHOW.
The whole point of a tease, my little Tic-Tacs, is to make [...]
