to fserve and protect
Mar. 17th, 2005 11:52 amI was sitting quite nicely by the keyboard earlier this morning, tapping away as innocently as one could, when I heard a knock at my door. Now as a rule I like knocks on the door about as much as I like pox on the face, but as the knocking grew more insistent I realized I had to investigate. I discovered two men in gray flannel suits and matching hats, bending over slightly to get around the slanted ceiling of the stairwell.
"Mr. D. Spatchel?" one of them asked.
"Who's calling?" I replied. They fished out little badges with lanyards around them. One lanyard read "dotBoston 99" over and over and over.
"Officers Tilde and Interrobang," the one on the left said. "Internet Police."
"I assure you those MP3s were original compositions freely distributable under the Creative Commons License," I said, somewhat unsteadily.
"That's not our jurisdiction," said the one on the right. "We're responding to a possible 461 and were wondering if we could come in and ask a few questions."
"A 461? What's a 461?"
( "Cat Blogging In Progress, sir..." )
"Mr. D. Spatchel?" one of them asked.
"Who's calling?" I replied. They fished out little badges with lanyards around them. One lanyard read "dotBoston 99" over and over and over.
"Officers Tilde and Interrobang," the one on the left said. "Internet Police."
"I assure you those MP3s were original compositions freely distributable under the Creative Commons License," I said, somewhat unsteadily.
"That's not our jurisdiction," said the one on the right. "We're responding to a possible 461 and were wondering if we could come in and ask a few questions."
"A 461? What's a 461?"
( "Cat Blogging In Progress, sir..." )
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