Thursday, June 16, 2005


We salute you, but I'm fine.

Yes, I felt the earthquake. It went a little something like this:

BOSSMAN: Blah de blah, seminar, blah de blah, edit blah...
DOOR: Rattle, rattle, rattle.
BM: Is that an earthquake...?
ME: Looking at coffee sloshing Uh, yep.
BM: Huh...
ME: Huh?
BM: Huh.
ME: Huh.

And that was the end of that.

I don't want to be smug, or tempt fate, or have the television fall over on my cat (though how much damage could a 12" TV/VCR combo do...?) but I kind of enjoy 'em.

Honestly, the only other one I noticed was back in the SuperCrap Bowl year of 2001-ish. It happened like this:

BED: Shake, shake, shake.
ME: Huh?! It's 3 AM. Why is my bed on the ocean...?
EARTH: (...)
ME: Zzzzzzz.
EARTH: Shakitty shaky shake. Shake your booty. Shake your BOOTY-!
ME: Huh?! It's 3:22 AM! FINE! I'll go stand in the doorway.
EARTH: (...)
ME: Zzzzzzing standing up.
EARTH: Boogie on down, down, boogie on down.
ME:*...why am I on a surfboard...?

God: dude. Okay, I get it. I feel You. Your awesome power, etc. etc. Now please. Knock it off. You're freaking out the cat.

Thank You. And you can stop calling now, Mom.


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