Oh my.

(CNN) -- Add geography to the growing list of FEMA fumbles.

A South Carolina health official said his colleagues scrambled Tuesday when FEMA gave only a half-hour notice to prepare for the arrival of a plane carrying as many as 180 evacuees to Charleston.

But the plane, instead, landed in Charleston, West Virginia, 400 miles away.

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And probably have lots of people passing thru the neighborhood.

Hey, aurelia! Yes, many people passing through. Many new people moving in all the time and there is a sort of half-way house or something for people who have no where else to go. They tend to wander around, go through garbage or beg in front of the Wild Oats on Main.

And we get more tag/graffiti all the time.

Mayor Nagin has given the order to force evacuation of the city. My heart just aches so much for all of them. [link]

Oh Tom DeLay, if your obstructionist evil did not exist, would we have to create you?

Oh Tom DeLay, if your obstructionist evil did not exist, would we have to create you?

Manichaeans everywhere say yes.

Popping up to say, I never saw Triplets of Belleville, and the song does not contain any refrigerator noise, it's just, apparently, about it. Anyway, the song is apparently "Le Bruit de Frigo" by La Mano Negra, but I still can't figure out ite sure.w it.* Soundtrack to something, I'm quite sure. Er, something other than my brother's time in Syria.

(* I wonder what I was trying to type there. "figure out... where I know it from"?)

But thank you all for your suggestions!

If Hec stops by and recognizes it, could you ask him to email me? This is bugging the hell out of me. It's Manu Chao's band, apparently.

Anyway, the song is apparently "Le Bruit de Frigo" by La Mano Negra, but I still can't figure out ite sure.

Ahh, the Black Hand. I have their first record. And by record I mean LP.

Nice to see you! Any idea why I know the song?

It's on their album King of the Bongo.

Le Bruit du Frigo



Quand ya plus rien
Qu'elle est partie
Qu'ya plus d'voisins
Qu'ya même plus l'chien
Quand ya plus d'bruits
Pas plus qu'celui
Qui rend marteau
Le bruit du frigo


Et j'prends un verre
Pour l'oublier
Et j'met ma tête
Sous l'oreiller
Pour éviter
D'entendre pleurer
Ce frigidaire


Et puis voilà
Qu'il s'met à
Faire froid
J'renverse ma bière
Sur l'oreiller
Et toi t'es même
Plus là près d'moi
A devenir folle
Et à m'dire que j'pue
L'ALCOOL


J'entends plus rien
Que l'bruit du frigo


Et tout à coup
Persécuté
Par ce bruit sourd
Et envoutant
Je deviens fou, et je me jette
PAR LA FENETRE


QUAND
Quand t'as plus rien
Qu'elle est partie
Y a plus un bruit....
même plus celui
Qui rend mélo....
L'bruit du frigo