No one seems to be getting back to me on anything today, which makes for a nice recovery day.  We made the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 last night, which was a very good movie, but it kept me up until 3ish, and then Diego alerted us to a ninja intruder at around 6ish.  Siesta will necessarily be longer than usual.

Pride is this weekend, and so is the San Clemente Ocean Festival, and then Comic-Con starts on Thursday.  So much for July productivity.

Got no trouble running around in a speedo on New Year’s Day, but have never done so for Pride, even though the weather in July would certainly seem to be more conducive.  Am I just afraid of the competition, or is it something else?

Yes, today is Bike to Work Day.  Unless it’s not in your neighborhood.  I guess some places Bike to Work Day is next Friday.  I suspect the scheduling is a lot like Pride – random days here and there so that the truly hardcore can participate in several official “days” during the greater Bike to Work season.

No, I didn’t ride my bike to work today.  I walked.  The bicycle’s over at the storage unit and I just couldn’t see driving over to the storage unit and bringing the bike home for a day just to feel a bit greener.

I did participate a few years ago though.  I’ve even got proof.

The downside to the San Diego Police Department’s decision to disband their horse unit is that there will be no more pictures like this one, and my fantasy of someday seeing one of those horses trample the Westboro Baptist crowd will never come to pass.

Hiding in a dark but air-conditioned home office right now. The outside temp was 92 at 11:00 am, and we’ll probably hit triple digits today.

We went out Friday night and held our own little North County Pride dinner at a table overlooking the koi pond at the Karl Strauss in Sorrento Valley, then skipped the official parade on Saturday to join the Cal alums at a picnic and BBQ near Solana Beach. Great food and great fun, with no drama and no crowds. No photos though, due to some bad batteries.

While New York firefighters are getting heat for overindulging their gay fans in the name of community and charity, some individual San Diego firefighters have reportedly filed a legal claim saying that their forced participation in last month’s Pride Parade resulted in harassment.  

Went back through the hard drive, but couldn’t find any photographs of firefighters in official garb from this year’s parade.  They either didn’t catch my attention or were so far toward the back that I left before they marched.  There may be some other firefighters in there, like on the swim team, or in one of the performing groups, or maybe helping out with one of the charities, and since I’d like to give firefighters as a group the benefit of the doubt, I’ll just go ahead and assume I saw some marching, even if they weren’t particularly noteworthy.  The crowd next to me at the parade was a mixture of firefighters and law enforcement from Los Angeles, so I’m pretty sure all firefighters aren’t so uptight.  I am a bit disappointed that anyone except people performing actual security functions may have been paid by tax dollars to be in the parade, but chronic wastes of resources seem to be par for the course around here.

But harassment?  C’mon.  It’s like when someone cards me at a bar.  It’s flattery.  And besides, everyone in San Diego knows the EMTs are the cute ones.