The lovely wife and I have been watching Eli Stone, and they recently had a storyline where the Eli saw the future and saw a catastrophic earthquake (the show is based in San Fran, so really, you could predict an earthquake every morning and be 50% accurate).
This got us talking last week about being in middle school when Iben Browning predicted that there would be an earthquake on a certain day in the New Madrid seismic zone. Everybody was freaking out. All the schools had earthquake drills. Insurance companies were selling earthquake insurance like mad. It was like the Y2K crisis, only 10 years earlier.
On the predicted day, something like 20% of the students in my school stayed home because of parents and their fears. And wouldn't you know it: no earthquake (the USGS has a 248 page publication about the whole incident that you can get).
I just find it odd that we were talking about earthquakes and the New Madrid fault just last week, and today we have an earthquake.
So let me talk about me winning the lottery next week...
It was news to me that we had an earthquake. I didn't know until I heard it on the radio this morning. Last night, I was dead to the world. El Presidente has been suffering from seasonal allergies. He has been sneezing and snotty and coughing all night long. Wednesday night, I spent the better part of my night up with him, trying to keep him comfortable.
Last night was the lovely wife's turn, so I crashed hard. If an atom bomb had been dropped in my backyard, I wouldn't have awoken. I'd probably would be dead, actually, but if I could magically survive an atom bomb in my backyard, I would have slept through it last night.
If an atom bomb goes off in my backyard next week, I'll be so pissed. Mostly because that came true, but not the lottery thing.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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I got a double dose of earthquake today. I was in bed this morning and felt it. Then, I drove down to the U. of Louisville to give a presentation and experienced a nice aftershock fifteen minutes before my talk.
Hey Jason, my sister called me at 5:00 in the morning yesterday saying she felt the earth move... Her and my brother-in-law live in Fishers. Apparently, she felt the 4.2 aftershock around 11:15am, as well... Pretty crazy for activity of that kind, in your part of the country!
Oh, and yes, I can clearly remember the prediction that came from Browning. I still think that guy was smoking some Panamanian reefer or something. December 2, 1990 - it should have happened - the planets were aligned!
So much for that thing about dogs being able to predict an earthquake, huh?
One of our cats lost his shit and started jumping on the bed, but only after the quaking started. The really weird thing: it was dead silent in our house the whole time, which was how we knew it was an earthquake and not our foundation collapsing.
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