Earthquake!

[trinityofone]

Yikes! Not only did we just have a 5.8, I got to experience it from a high-rise building, which has never happened to me before. (However, for the second time in my life, I was on the toilet when the quake hit—is the universe trying to tell me something?) It was very strange—we're on rollers, so it was more like being on a turbulent ship than the usual shaky stuff. It's really only my hands that are shaky.

Angelenos: are you all okay? akukorax, ebrooklynw, I've been trying to call, but my cell is dead.

I'm going to take some deep breaths and keep trying to get ahold of my mom...

ETA: Oh god, I just realized—my apartment! There were dishes left out on the rack, and DVDs piled high behind the GLASS-DOORED armoire... And of course, books everywhere...ack. And I have to wait five hours to go home. :(

ETA2: I've gotten ahold of my mom, my aunt, and several friends, and I'm feeling much better. Now I just want my brother, who's out filming in Big Bear, to get over his technology aversion and check-in...

ETA3: How nice is Rodney McKay to check in from another galaxy, just because Sheppard is worried?

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

You shrugged, leaned, rubbed at your stubble and suggested that maybe, you know, it might be a good idea to check in. Or whatever. Which for you, is practically the heights of logorrhea and emotional demonstrativeness.

[(Anonymous)]

I got no problem with checking in - just think you should admit you were freaking out, too, buddy.

[(Anonymous)]

Is this the face of someone who was freaking out? Are these the palms of someone who has admittedly been occasionally known to develop a mild case of hyperhidrosis during an emergency? I think not!

[(Anonymous)]

You knocked over your coffee cup and didn't blame it on anyone else, five minutes ago. You're freaked.

Not that I'm complaining. Now we know Trin's okay, I'm looking forward to some post-adrenaline-spike . . . fun times.

[(Anonymous)]

And you wonder why I'm driven to observe that the Little Colonel is often in charge of the, uh. Bigger Colonel. As it were.

[(Anonymous)]

Both Colonels have been around the block with you before, Captain Obvious. Who's wriggling in his chair? Not me.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm wriggling in my chair, Sheppard, because there's something distinctly unerotic about knowing you've had sex with a man who would compare my prostate with a block.

[(Anonymous)]

Someone woke up literal this morning . . .

[(Anonymous)]

Someone woke up with a sleeping someone's hand over their face this morning.

[(Anonymous)]

I was asleep Rodney. It's not like I was groping your nose with intent.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm very much afraid it's a sign you harbour tendencies towards Freudianism.

[(Anonymous)]

. . . while I'm unconscious?

[(Anonymous)]

Are you seriously asking me to explain the inner workings of your mind, Sheppard? Because braver mental health professionals than I have tried and failed.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm gay, McKay. I don't think love of cock is something I'm repressing.

[(Anonymous)]

Fair point. I think I can safely say, based on experience, that the only thing you regularly repress is your gag reflex.

[(Anonymous)]

Aw, shucks. You say the nicest things.