Wednesday morning miscellanea.

I don't know how I missed this, but it made me laugh last night:



In other news, I always thought that "Zumba" sounded like the name of some vengeful African deity, and it appears I was right!

And now that I got that stuff out of my head, I can maybe write something...

Oh, suck it up, buttercup.

Unless you've been doing a media fast in a sealed underground bunker for the last forty-eight hours or so, surely you are aware that there was an earthquake recently in the world.

No, I don't mean the big one in Colorado, which doesn't really matter since it's not ski season and therefore nobody's there right now, at least nobody that matters.

I mean The Quake. The Big One of 2011. The one that hit at the epicenter of everything and everybody frickin' important. The one that may have actually sloshed some vodka martini out of a congresscritter's lunchtime pick-me-up at the Article One American Grill or spilled whatever brand of kibble it is that they feed the First Portuguese Water Dog.

But don't worry, the media is on this story, and no expense will be spared to reconstruct the important infrastructure of America's beating heart:

(Found in my inbox. Posted it as soon as I caught my breath from laughing...)

Remember the 5.2 quake Indianapolis had back in '08? Or the 3.8 last December? Neither do we. (I had to look them up; I couldn't have pegged their dates within the nearest six months.)

The Japanese must've been watching the news in slack-jawed amazement the other day. Thank goodness that they're too polite to laugh at us in public.

Whole lotta shakin' goin' on...

Yet another earthquake in Indiana and I didn't feel a thing.

I feel a little cheated, actually. I mean, I don't want to experience an actual, you know, earthquake-type earthquake, but a minor tremblor that didn't actually break anything would be interesting. I mean, you only get to see the planet once, you might as well try and experience the whole show while you're here.

Save the mullet!

Not trusting his Aquanetted coiffure to the ravages of the tsunami-that-wasn't, Dog fled for the high ground and rhapsodized about the miracles of nature with Larry King. Easily the most surreal thing I've seen all morning...

Bedtime Story.

Fun-filled USGS .pdf file on the likely consequences of the New Madrid fault letting go, complete with lots of maps and damage estimates sporting huge vapor trails of zeroes.

Pleasant dreams!



(H/T to SurvivalBlog.)

Signs of the times.

Death toll in China earthquake up to 15,000 and counting.

Another typhoon on the way to Myanmar, plus cholera and malaria.

Fires in Florida.

Gas and foreclosures up.

The dollar down.

A big, smiling Hillary.

The TeeWee cutting itself on in the mornings is supposed to help wake us up, not to chase me back under the covers.

Did the earth move for you, too?

The Great Indiana Earthquake of 2008, and I slept right through it.

I've looked outside, but there's no zombie activity to report. I fear the whole thing is a wet firecracker and not, in fact, The End Of The World As We Know It. Besides, I'm pretty sure that TEOTWAWKI would involve an interruption of broadband intarw3bz connectivity.


(Coincidentally, it's 106 102 [D'oh! Thanks, Mark!] years to the day since the Great Quake of '06 in San Francisco. They did lose broadband connectivity on that one, and possibly had some zombies.)