Consuela, are you saying there was an earthquake in your area?
On the assumption it wasn't serious, I had a minor Christmas miracle just now! In my building's basement the laundry room has a bookshelf with cast-off books from residents. I always scan this bookshelf for its entertainment value-- clearly these are books with no other value to anyone else, as it typically consists of Stephen King and Tom Clancy hardcovers, 20-year-old college textbooks, similarly out-of-date travel books, and what I suspect are the books setting out the founding principles of a now-defunct money-based cult. But tonight, I found a book that has been on my Amazon wishlist for years, but out-of-print-- got Pauline Kael's essay collection
For Keeps
for free and in good shape and in hardcover!
Sweet!
Man, I wish my building had a cast-off books shelf.
Suela, it looks like a quake. Magnitude 3.7. You okay? Other Bay Area-istas?
Felt like a car thumped into the house. I bet, without checking, that it was on the Hayward Fault.
Lemme see.
Yup. Hayward Fault, which is less than a mile from me. That was the biggest one I've felt since I moved to California...
Freaky. Can't say that I would like the whole earth moving under my feet thing.
Freaky. Can't say that I would like the whole earth moving under my feet thing.
Wrod. Give me Acts of God that Al Roker can warn me about.
Felt nothing a-tall in SF. Still prefer the occasional random quake to guaranteed yearly tornadoes/flooding/whatnot.
Really, we can at least prepare in advance and stock up for hurricane parties and such.
Can't say that I would like the whole earth moving under my feet thing.
You know that's happening all the time, right?
So this package came to my dad today from UPS. I was watching Pirates with my mom, and he bursts into the room to show me a signed cast pic of the cast of 24, and a script signed by Fury and Keifer.
He's all bouncy and happy, "Are these autographs real, Al?"
"Yeah, Dad."
"NO WAY! Do you know Jack Bauer? This is my favorite show! You know these guys?"
Fury attached a note: "Dear Mr. Beatrice, I heard you're a big fan of 24. Well, I'm a big fan of your daughter's."
My dad was weirdly proud by that, unsure why. But he was all beaming.
He's taking it all to work with him to show off, and my mom is having the stuff framed for him.
The old man was giddy, I tells ya.
