Shaken, not stirred.

I was up late last night trying to collect all the gateverse remixes last night, and thus was still sleeping when our earthquake hit.  Usually, I lay there and think, "should I get up?  Is it worth getting up for?"  This time it was more, "CRAP!  Get me outta this bed!"  We had a few things fall off of the shelves, but nothing broke that I know of.  It was a 5.4 centered about ten miles from me.  The most damage was to Brindle's psyche; he didn't know which way to run, and we had to hold him for about a half an hour.  Right now he's sitting on Mom's feet.  His trouble is he's too smart.  Cats usually just look up and double check if they should be doing something; he's smart enough to understand the earth shouldn't be doing this and that rattles him.

Well, I guess I should start on my Friday con report now that I'm up.

Comic Con Friday

First off, I came down with con crud on Sunday night. Red, raw, on-fire sore throat. Hurts to swallow, can't talk sometimes. My roomies both have it, too. It's definitely slowed me down.

Con report of SG, Dr. Horrible, Family Guy and Bones: ( Read more... )