After coming back from lunch yesterday and sitting back down at my desk, I heard a loud boom and felt myself jolted forward and then back again. After I yelled a loud “What the fu… dge?” (really, it was fudge *whistles innocently*), Dave looked at me calmly and said, “Earthquake.” Dave can always be counted on as the sane one in the office. I did a quick Twitter search (which I figured out is the best real time earthquake tracker even before XKCD told everyone) and confirmed that it wasn’t just someone dropping something really heavy upstairs. And thus, I felt my first earthquake… a 4.0.
A few hours later, I was at home, watching the World Series. Five minutes after the final out, everything started shaking again… but this time it lasted much longer and was more of a slow rolling rumble. Whereas the first earthquake was too short for me to get nervous, this one was long enough to give me time to think and start to worry. And then the cable went out briefly, making me really worry. According to the USGS, this one was only a 3.8 but it certainly felt bigger to me. When the cable did come back, the station cut immediately to a special report about the quake. Even they thought it was bigger than it turned out to be. But everything was fine. After a quick survey of the apartment, I figured out that an empty milk crate had fallen off a closet shelf and my calendar was no longer level, and that was it for damage.
So, now for the fun part. My dad would like credit for the idea, and he can have it. For those who have never experienced an earthquake, I give you a re-enactment done with bobblehead dolls. I would once again like to bemoan the fact that my good camera is still in Minnesota, because the video quality is subpar on my other camera.
(Oh, and thank you to Anand for talking to me while I calmed myself down from the second earthquake. That kept me sane.)