Rock and Rollin’

So, we had a pretty good quake on Sunday night around here, it was a 4.7. Nothing scary, but not something to scoff at either. We were in the car almost home when it felt like our back tires ran something over. We were sure we hadn’t run over something because we didn’t see anything that we could possibly run over, and also, you know, it was just the back tires. We were literally almost home, so we get home, park, and inspect the car for damage. There was none and we brushed it off.

We walked into the apartment and noticed there were things on the floor. DVDs, knick-knacks, my ceramic turtle! We thought we got broken into for a split second until I noticed that something was swinging from the ceiling (a decoration) and it dawned on us – that was an earthquake! We’d never noticed one while in the car (you usually don’t) but the jolt was strong enough this time. Thing is, it was really close by and the fault line it activated runs right through Long Beach. So anyway, we cleaned up, tried calling our relatives, and I posted to FB and twitter.

Now today, about 20 minutes ago we had another one, a 4.1, pretty much same place. This time I was in the office and I heard a big crack from the building shifting (pretty normal, no it didn’t fall apart) and it was over in about 10-15 seconds. Half the people around here didn’t seem to notice and even less cared enough to comment on it.

Release your stress slowly, oh Newport fault. Little shakes like these are way better than releasing your energy like you did in 1933.