Freaky Fridays

[First I want to congratulate Tom for his (recess) appointment as an ASP tutor. I'm sure he'll do just dandy. By the way, are you gonna tell the 1Ls about running the gauntlet? The ones who didn't know about it last year ended up with a sore ass.]

This is just a bizarre day by any measure. I woke up 30 minutes late because I did not set my cell phone alarm. I even woke up in the middle of the night [I go walking in my sleep] to check and see if the alarm was on. I thought it was...boy was I wrong. So I ended up running out the door (but I managed to grab the LA Times to read on the subway). During the 3 minutes that I'm actually in my car, I gathered that someone's been shot in London in connection with yesterday's not-quite a bombing but still something to freak people out incident. I realized at the station that I don't have a tie. While going down the escalators I realized that I left my LA Times behind. I fell asleep and nearly missed my stop. While exiting the station at Civic Center, we're told by a Los Angeles County Police Officer (sidenote: What a waste of money! Why have a Sheriff's Department AND a Police Department? All the LACPD does is look after the LACO buildings.) that we cannot exit using the escalators or stairs because the bomb squad has been called to investigate a suspicious package. While taking a detour a bum sums everything up: "Man after yesterday everyone's gonna be callin the bomb squad. They're gonna be runnin around like chickens with their heads cut off."

Amen to that. The whole "it's better to be safe than sorry" mentality works if we don't turn into a panic-stricken society that shoots on sight anything that seems remotely suspicious or threatening or "foreign." You are still more likely to be killed by lightning than by a terrorist attack. Never forget that.