The OC Beach Scene

So apparently, there was an earthquake Thursday night, and once again…I missed it. Not “missed it” as in I was out of state, or in a plane, or skydiving or something, but as in the earthquake hit, shook the ground underneath my feet, rattled stuff around, possibly wreaked havoc in other parts of the state, and I didn’t feel a thing. Of course, this isn’t the first time I’ve missed a major seismic event. I slept soundly through the big 7.0 we had a few years back, half dozed through the Northridge quake…while in Northridge, and at approximately 7:30 Thursday night as I was eating my dinner and rocking Final Jeopardy, the entire South Coast went into spasmodic seizures completely without my noticing. So what’s the deal? Do I just have really amazing sea legs, or an inner ear made of steal? Or was Final Jeopardy simply too intense to notice the trivial rumblings of two plates crashing into one another in fierce battle? (By the way, the answer was The King and I…nailed it!) Whatever the case, I would like to have at least one earthquake story to e-mail grandma about. You know, something that would really freak her out…I’m thinking something along the lines of Volcano. Now that’s something I don’t think I could miss. However, barring the immaculate conception of a major, lava-spewing volcano in the metropolitan Los Angeles area, it appears as if plate tectonics and the like will forever remain a mystery to me.