This post has something to do with the Derby, but it isn't about it. Well, maybe a little.

Recently read:

NBC analyst Bob Neumeier correctly predicted favorite Big Brown would win. That
prompted NBC handicapper Mike Battaglia, citing confident Big Brown trainer
Richard Dutrow Jr., to say Neumeier "drank the Rick Dutrow Kool-Aid" — with
Neumeier adding "on the rocks." Has everybody forgotten the origin of that
relatively young cliché?

Wait, I'm hardly an alcohol drinker (wouldn't do it even if I was old enough), but aren't "the rocks" just ice? It may be a bit of an off-color, mixed metaphor, and this probably wasn't his intention, but it does seem to work...

(All I have to say about the death of Eight Belles is that, regardless of whether or not horse racing objectively needs to change anything, they need to do something or they could risk becoming absolutely dead, as people will see it as an insensitive sport where deaths of competitors are simply brushed off, even induced in some circumstances. At this point, Big Brown winning the Triple Crown, far from revitalizing horse racing's popularity, could actually crush it, because a big reason for watching the Triple Crown - seeing a horse win it for the first time in 30 years - will be gone.)

So, how was your week?

If it was anything like mine, I can't blame you for wanting to go on the bottle. Just remember, you'll only get a lot of weeks a lot worse.

It all started last Saturday night, when we got a universal remote to control a VCR my dad got from his family that didn't come with a remote or a manual, only to find it didn't completely work. Then, that night, I set my alarm to allow me to watch the second day of the NFL Draft. Twice. And both times, the alarm inexplicably snapped back off, so I woke up an hour late.

That was only the start of things. First, the second remote Dad got worked a bit better, but it took a while to figure out how to get it to work halfway decently, and we eventually figured out it used the play, stop, and rewind/fast-forward keys to move the cursor on the on-screen menu. We still couldn't get it to consistently press "Enter" until this past weekend. Throw in leaning on something at the bottom of the fridge while looking for something that wasn't there, and having it crack, and I was having a nervous breakdown because everything was falling apart.

Then during the week, my laptop stopped working yet again, only about a week and a half since the last time. Because my old USB drive has been pushing its limits and may be falling apart itself, I bought a new one. Well, the old one was briefly lost on Wednesday, and then on Thursday it became lost and I haven't found it yet, which really curses me because I was getting so close to transferring everything on it to my desktop. Throw in the seeming randomness and vanishing into thin air and I just had it the day before and why do you hide from me and I should keep track of where I put AAAAGGGGHHHSMNJBGNDMFKMDGN!!!!!

The icing on all of this came yesterday, when we left for the Home Depot to see if we could get a replacement part on the fridge that we broke, and Dad wrote down its model number... and left it at home. Pretty important thing to leave at home, Dad!

So anyway, that was my week. In some sense it's not done yet, because I have a hard drive to replace and I need to find out if the USB drive might have been recovered at either of the places I went to Thursday.