Phineas Blogg

Sitting at a stoplight our car suddenly lurches forward. RK thought the battery died and the engine jumped but in fact a girl behind our car rammed* us. We were on a very busy street, a highway actually, but directly ahead was a gas station so when the light went green Rk pulled into and I got out of the car to inspect the damage and to talk to the girl who hit us. One problem with that though...she didn't pull in. Nope, just kept on keepin' on. My wife's car was fine so it wasn't a big deal, I'd have told her not to worry about it anyway. But that's not cool. Way not cool.

I hopped back in the car and we started to drive only to find her a block ahead on the side of the road, another car stopped ahead of her. As I got out of the car to go talk to the girl, a guy got out of the front car came to talk to my wife. As soon as she was close enough to be heard the girl was practically begging me to let me get her insurance info. It soon became apparent why she was so eager, she was scared that someone caught her being a bad little girl- you see, the guy in the car ahead of her's was actually behind her when she hit us.

Upon seeing her try to get away, he zoomed ahead of her and flagged her over. He said as much to RK. The average person would just have gone by thinking that the driver of the car didn't hit very hard so no big deal, or maybe the driver was a burly man with road rage, or maybe just that it was none of thier business, but a kid in his twenties who had a license plate holder and bumper stickers proclaiming 'Army of with another Army reference it, thought only that you don't treat people that way. He pulled her over, told her that it wasn't right. I don't know if he learned that in the Army or not...but I like that we have him there. I like knowing that the person who is supposed to watch my country's back when he's on duty is watching mine even when he's off duty.

*If you were actually there you might think the word rammed is a bit strong but I've read enough of Brando's blog to know that this is a legitimate way to describe things if you write for a newspaper. I don't write for a newspaper so it's probably called lying. She bumped us.

All my poker playing has come to fruition. Here I hold a check for 125 smackers!

We finally have internet access at home so I should be able to start posting again. In the meantime comfort yourself with the classics from 2003 - 2005. Oldies but goodies!

Dear Weather-People,

I have a simple request- please, tell me what the temperature is. Don't give me a number and then tell me it feels like a different number. The temperature either is something or it isn't. If it's 97º but it feels like 105º then it's 105º. I know that you don't have a very good job, you are wrong about 1/2 the time, and when you are right it's just by the sheerist luck but really, the only thing I want you to do it tell me what the temp is *right now*. You don't even have to guess (or perhaps you prefer the word predict), all you have to do is look at a thermometer. That's it. It must seem like you need to make up work to look like what you know what you are talking about and I suppose that's fine...but do it with something else. Just tell me how hot I'm going to be.

Thank you,
Muncher Woods

ps. When it's raining outside you can also say 100% chance of rain instead of 85%.

Incidentally this is why my mother has never visited after the day we moved in. I don't blame her.

Starting today Phineas Blogg is back online. If only I can get the camera away from my wife.