Crisps and Quake

Friday, Jul. 20, 2007 - 12:40 p.m.

The seagulls here in San Francisco can get pretty aggressive at times.

If you stand on the beach and decide to throw some of your food at them, they'll give a shout out and invite four or five dozen of their closest friends to join them -- and more than a few will simply overrule your judgement when it comes to how much you feel like sharing, and swoop and take it for themselves, if you let them.

But over in Scotland -- at least one seagull is a wee bit more polite.

The store expects the gull's visit, and there's now even a fund from the customers to offset the cost of his crisps.

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So. For the first time in a number of days, I actually went to sleep before midnight, and so I haven't posted until this afternoon, as you see here.

At precisely 4:42 am this fine early morning, John and I were soundly jounced awake by a moderate earthquake.

For those of you who rarely experience earthquakes, I can tell you this: It doesn't feel like much when it's down in the dirt, but by the time it shimmies up the rafters to the third story of a fifty-year-old apartment building, it makes a right jolly ride.

The epicenter was about twenty miles east of here, where there were broken bottles and plaster snowstorms across desks, but no significant structural damage.

I have a feeling John is dealing with some sleepy people in his department at work.

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Okay, that's enough of that. This week's Friday Five hasn't been posted yet, so I reckon I'm done.

Oh, I *did* ask Old Buddy Dave if he could see if the band would play "Abra Cadabra" tonight, preferably after midnight.

He understood why. Heh.

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Okay, bye!

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