Tuesday, September 03, 2002
It might be of some interest to the curious that we felt a wee earthquake last night. By "we" I mean, of course, "the greater Los Angeles area." It should be understood that my usage here is that of the "royal we." And in case you didn't know, or hadn't guessed:
The small quake proved to be quite a rush for me - still, as it were, a rank amateur when it comes to seismic activity. I'd felt another, more distinct temblor several months ago, but this one was somehow more thrilling. Its effects were heard, rather than felt, as the slight rattling of my Ikea furniture signaled the passing of the ground wave. It was quiet. Sinister, even - almost as if there was something else in the room. Which, in a manner of speaking, there was.
Summation, then: the ground moves here of its own accord. Very, very weird.
"Yes, Virginia, there is a website for every occasion."
The small quake proved to be quite a rush for me - still, as it were, a rank amateur when it comes to seismic activity. I'd felt another, more distinct temblor several months ago, but this one was somehow more thrilling. Its effects were heard, rather than felt, as the slight rattling of my Ikea furniture signaled the passing of the ground wave. It was quiet. Sinister, even - almost as if there was something else in the room. Which, in a manner of speaking, there was.
Summation, then: the ground moves here of its own accord. Very, very weird.
Just for the record, I am officially Not Dead. My comments section, however, is in critical condition. For those of you clamoring to add your $0.02 to my incessant ramble, know this: I am giving Netcomments one more week. I am quite cognizant of the fact that this service outage is not their fault; nevertheless, by next Tuesday I will have a functioning comments section - come hell or high water.
In other news, there's this tidbit from the world of fiction:
How true, how true. Of course, I'm paraphrasing, but you get the gist - and yes, it's a truth drawn deftly from HBO's Sex and the City; how perceptive of you. There's nothing like the "encore" presentation on Labor Day evening to end one's holiday weekend with flair. It's a fitting salute to the city that Carrie Bradshaw revels in. She's a fictional character, but her love for New York City is real.
In other news, there's this tidbit from the world of fiction:
"Wait - you were at a mall?" Carrrie asked, incredulously.
"Well, I live in America now. You have to go through them to get to the outside," answered Big.
"Well, I live in America now. You have to go through them to get to the outside," answered Big.
How true, how true. Of course, I'm paraphrasing, but you get the gist - and yes, it's a truth drawn deftly from HBO's Sex and the City; how perceptive of you. There's nothing like the "encore" presentation on Labor Day evening to end one's holiday weekend with flair. It's a fitting salute to the city that Carrie Bradshaw revels in. She's a fictional character, but her love for New York City is real.