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FUCK YOU, EARTHQUAKE!
I just got home to 5, count 'em, 5 broken Swarovski figurines and many, many toppled picture frames and action figures. Seriously, earthquake, fuck you!
It's funny, because I was totally blasé and non-alarmed when it was happening, maybe because I knew right away it was an earthquake. (I lived in Japan for several years as a kid, I remember what earthquakes feel like.) Most colleagues were all ZOMG WHAT IS HAPPENING, and I was all, it's an earthquake, whatevs. This is Virginia, we don't get big earthquakes here! I mean, until we do, but I totally expected it to be short and not a big deal. Some people went under their desks or exited the building, but I didn't even stop typing. Whether this is a reflection of inner calm or poor self-preservational instincts is your call.
But now hours later, I get home, and NOW I am all riled up. Not my Swarovski! I know it could have been worse, and at least it wasn't anything one of a kind, but still. Boooooooooo. My figurines sit in wall boxes. They are meant to be cat-proof, not earthquake proof. Bah.
The cats are fine. I'm sure Pilot, big scaredy cat that he is, hid at the time, but worrying about the earthquake is so several hours ago, and now, now is the time for DINNER FEED ME SO HUNGRY WHY ARE YOU PICKING UP THINGS FROM THE FLOOR WHEN YOU COULD BE FEEDING MEEEEEEEE!
What is that line Toby says in one of the October Daye/Rosemary and Rue books? Rome may have been burning, but Nero's cats still expected dinner on time. Heh.
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ennuikitten, red ruff lemurs, that's your kind?
From this washington post article: "The first warnings of the earthquake may have occurred at the National Zoo, where officials said some animals seemed to feel it coming before people did. The red ruffed lemurs began “alarm calling” a full 15 minutes before the quake hit, zoo spokeswoman Pamela Baker-Masson said."
Neat!
It's funny, because I was totally blasé and non-alarmed when it was happening, maybe because I knew right away it was an earthquake. (I lived in Japan for several years as a kid, I remember what earthquakes feel like.) Most colleagues were all ZOMG WHAT IS HAPPENING, and I was all, it's an earthquake, whatevs. This is Virginia, we don't get big earthquakes here! I mean, until we do, but I totally expected it to be short and not a big deal. Some people went under their desks or exited the building, but I didn't even stop typing. Whether this is a reflection of inner calm or poor self-preservational instincts is your call.
But now hours later, I get home, and NOW I am all riled up. Not my Swarovski! I know it could have been worse, and at least it wasn't anything one of a kind, but still. Boooooooooo. My figurines sit in wall boxes. They are meant to be cat-proof, not earthquake proof. Bah.
The cats are fine. I'm sure Pilot, big scaredy cat that he is, hid at the time, but worrying about the earthquake is so several hours ago, and now, now is the time for DINNER FEED ME SO HUNGRY WHY ARE YOU PICKING UP THINGS FROM THE FLOOR WHEN YOU COULD BE FEEDING MEEEEEEEE!
What is that line Toby says in one of the October Daye/Rosemary and Rue books? Rome may have been burning, but Nero's cats still expected dinner on time. Heh.
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ennuikitten, red ruff lemurs, that's your kind?From this washington post article: "The first warnings of the earthquake may have occurred at the National Zoo, where officials said some animals seemed to feel it coming before people did. The red ruffed lemurs began “alarm calling” a full 15 minutes before the quake hit, zoo spokeswoman Pamela Baker-Masson said."
Neat!
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Red ruffed lemurs are the Melanie lemurs, indeed. It's nice to know she's good in a crisis.
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I took them to the Swarovski store because the website said vague things about bringing broken things to a store for repairs for a fee, except the lady brushed me off and gave me a card with a 1 800 number to call about repairs instead of taking a look at them in the store, and her English wasn't good enough to argue with.
Bah.
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