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Just got back from Wild Sweet Orange and greasy bratwurst at this year’s first Waterfront Wednesday, read some Artemis Fowl with the boys, snuck some ice cream and tucked them in, all before Jenn got back from Book Club.

I heard on NPR today that a recent study has determined that Mac users are smug, arrogant, elitists.

Two thoughts:

1. Duh: Who funds this shit?
2. NPR: Pot; Kettle; Black.

So, I love this time of year in the Derby City, and I love Waterfront Wednesday.

It brings out all of Louisville’s other nerds. It makes me feel like I’ve found my tribe and everything will be OK. Other people wear glasses and like beer and college rock even though they’re, well, old.

The waterfront was filled with more NPR-listening, probable-Obama-voting elitists (not me, I’m a Nader guy) than a Michael Feldman show–more nerds on the waterfront than cattle in a Lincoln stockyard. I’ve been to Nebraska’s capital and seen the Penis of the Plains, so I know.

There were probably some science fiction readers down there.

There may have been some Mac users–though I can’t identify with them.  Their smugness makes me want to rub their faces in a pile of bison droppings.

Derby time is sweet here. Music is on the wind, and the dogwoods are blooming. The kids are in bed, and the Dalmore shines amber in the Lismore. Crystal on the teeth, and peet on the gums. A fine night.