Back when Frosty was still trying desperately to be cool and launched his own, short-lived spin-off series based on this-here acclaimed blog, he did write one semi-interesting post about bad things happening in threes.

Two bad things happened on Friday - well, I don't know if they were "bad" per se ... let's call them "unsettling close-calls involving the poisonous bug kingdom. That left the door open for a really unsettling event on Saturday.

And Saturday happened to be Nameless' graduation ceremony. Great timing. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention - while working full-time she's also been earning an MFA in creative writing, and she's the first-ever MFA graduate of a new UCR program out here in the desert. 'Just her, plus nine MBA graduates make up the inaugural graduating class.

You know those ceremonies where you sit four hours fighting off heat stroke while they call out 1,352 names? Not a problem here.

Anyways. So I drive to her condo to pick her up and it's pandemonium with a swarm of visiting family members cooking and dressing and laughing. Nameless is getting ready, amid the flurry of activity. As the lone MFA grad she's been asked to give a speech, so she's a little stressed. Finally we escape to my truck, leaving the fam to meet us there later.

So we're driving east on one of Palm Springs's main streets. Nameless is catching me up on the family craziness, since they arrived the night before, when I notice a flying, cartwheeling Jeep Cherokee barreling over the median and coming at us.

I decide it would be a good idea to hit my breaks. So does a black truck slightly ahead of us. The Cherokee slams into that black truck as it lands on our side of the street. It miss us (thankfully), and tumbles to an upright stop about 15 feet away.

The driver sort-of hangs out the window as the Cherokee stops, then slumps back into her seat. I'm not sure if she's alive. It's easily the worst accident I've ever witnessed.

I call 911 as Nameless bolts out my car and rushes to the woman.

(Actually, before the accident I was going to call our friend Xoch whom we were picking up, so in a daze I hit send and Xoch picks up. "Hello?" she asks. "Is this 911?" I answer. "Uh, no - it's Xoch," she says. "Oh. I have to call you back." I hang up and then dial 911, leaving Xoch confused and a little worried.)

Nameless reaches in and turns off the ignition since the Cherokee was still moving. The woman was alive and bleeding from the head. A lot. Nameless used the driver's sweater to try and stop some of the bleeding. I will refrain from detail, but the woman's head did not look ... good.

Fortunately, a fire battalion employee was a block down the street. He saw the commotion and had paramedics crews there in about 3-5 minutes. I gave the cops a statement while fire crews worked to free the woman from the former-Cherokee.

After a bit we dusted ourselves off as best we could, got in the car ... and continued on to the graduation, a little shaken. Nameless washed the blood off her arm. About an hour later, she knocked her quirky, entertaining speech out of the park in front of a couple-hundred family and faculty members, local politicos, and generally important-types. It was so good that random strangers came up to talk to her afterwards, acting like they were her best friend.

We're sort-of at a crossroads with this whole Mexico-move thing and the future's unclear, but I gotta say right now: Nameless is one of the most amazing chicks you'll ever meet. No exaggeration.

Last we heard, the woman was in critical condition. After the ceremony, Nameless noticed she had put the woman's keys in her purse. We stopped by the hospital last night and were able to drop the keys off, leaving Nameless' contact info. That's the best we can do, I guess.

Anyways, they come in threes. No shit.