Stormy Weather And the Federal Police.

Wind and rain are plaguing us, yesterday morning I passed spinouts and accidents, including a big rig that had dropped one of those huge ocean containers onto the freeway.

Last night, I got a strange phone call on my never-used land line. This phone is set up in an empty bedroom, and I haven't made any calls from it in a month. A Federal cop was on the line, claiming that a 911 call had been made from that phone. He said the county sheriff's department dispatched the call to his nearby federal installation, thinking it originated from there. He wanted to know my name and address, claiming that the 911 system didn't give him that, and he wanted to come by for a welfare check, which I declined.

My only thought is that the wet weather has screwed up the phone system. (I've had problems with phones in other places when it rains) I gave him by name and address, and was fairly cooperative, because if someone elsewhere was in trouble and had really called 911, I wanted them to them to figure this shit out.

Pants On The Ground

This is a cover of an original song that an old black guy sang for the judges last week on American Idol.

Death Stalks Us All

I got caught in an impossible two hour traffic jam, and found out later that a big rig had mixed it up with a minivan, and a 9 year old girl had been killed. In a fatal accident, the cops always just stop traffic and wait for the coroner. I eventually got off the freeway and around the accident scene via the side roads, but it was an epic jam, and after I had gotten through, the radio reported that freeway traffic was still stopped.