Earthquake!

When I first started telling people that I was moving back to the West Coast, the denial and anger quickly turned to reasoning. Reasoning that began with "What about earthquakes?"

Today, June 16th at about 1:55pm, we had an earthquake that measured 5.3 on the Richter scale.

Seismograph

I was on the phone with Fred in my office and the ground started to shake. No big deal. Kind of like when a truck rolls down Murray Street and you're in your 5th floor loft. No big deal. Then the shaking got more violent, Kind of like when the 7th Avenue Express flys out of the Chambers Street Station and you're having lunch upstairs at The Odeon. (And we all know what that's like!) Then it got kind of scary. The computer monitors and the desk started shaking. A picture slid off the cabinet across the room. My pens fell on to the dog who started barking...

And just as I was about to jump up and yell "Earthquake! Protect the Lambo! Protect the Lambo!" ... it stopped.

So, that's that. They preempted Jerry Springer (and every other show on TV) with the graphic to the left. I'll be headed out to the beach in a few. As soon as Fred stops yacking!

For more info on teh quake, check out the
local NBC News Affiliate