Photo of Earthquake Damage, above, supplied by Eric. Or is it "Earthquack?"
Brook spent too much time in Alaska, and in Seattle where things get all shook up regularly, to be too impressed at a 7-second earthquake that hit New England on Tuesday. Excuse his profanity-- he learned it from his mother. He says:
Sent: Tuesday, October 16, 2012 5:17 PM
Oh My Fucking Gaaaawwwd!
Panic! Everybody Panic NOW, or say your prayers!
I'm sorry, I'm TRYING to stay calm... give me a moment here...
We just suffered a "semi-large" earthquake.... wait...their now on the radio...stand by...
Hmmm, they say it measured only a 4.6 Magnitude centered 5 miles west of Hollis Center, Maine [the next state over.]. But experts think it may be as high as 7. Isn't that like confusing Froot Loops with shredded fucking wheat?
Okay, stay calm, mother fuckers! That is of PRIMARY IMPORTANCE HERE! I will talk you through this ugly, life scarring event....
Wait, more reports just in... apparently a woman in Hanover had her chandeliers shake...I'm trying to get her exact location so that I can make a personal visit to soothe her rattled nerves... nope, she hung up.
Okay, next caller... yes, here is something. A young white male, sounds educated, polite, ready to do EXACTLY what the radio asks of him..."Well, it sure shook me up. Things here swayed. A picture almost fell off the wall". Niiice. Thanks for the insight, Sparky.
You don't get this kind of drama on TV, people; if you weren't alive this morning, well, check your pulse now my little kittens! PICTURES literally almost FALLING off the walls! ha ha haaaaa.
Screw these foo foo callers. I'll give you the real drama right from the horse's mouth. I felt the fucker from start to finish. I was here, um, let's just say "checking a particular website" when BAM! I thought my neighbor had come over and walking into a glass door because he didn't realize it was there. Except my door is wood, so I thought, boy, my neighbor really blew this one. So I was just getting up to get the door, when the the next wave came. At this point I said to my myself "Holy Jesus mother of Gaawd, a dinosaur is in the back yard!" Funny thing is, as I looked out the window, I swear, I could see a brontosaurus nibbling on my loganberry vines, and marching like a boyscout in the fourth of July parade. That MUST have been some sort of coping mechanism, 'cause when I went outside, there was no sign of such a creature, although there was a fresh pile dung. But that was more likely "Jupiter", the neighbor's Dane.... Any way, it was at this point that some strange inner child grabbed a hold of me, and goddammit, he demanded center stage. I ducked...no, I dove, under my bed and cried like a baby....I'm not afraid to say these things. But come on man, it was like an EARTHQUAKE.
Alright, that's enough for now. I've got to get back to my inner child, and the gripping coverage on the local radio. apparently a basketball game in Manchester was delayed for three minutes. Whoa. It's just not like every other Wednesday out there, people. Lets all take a breath and soothe ourselves. Coming up soon on the radio they'll have more earthquake 2012 coverage, including more portrayals of ordinary people who were victims of the quake, details of the epicenter, interviews with local sports stars, and their reaction to the quake. They also have some hero stories: People who actually stopped the swinging plants, swaying chandeliers, and those who went as far as helping neighbors place pictures back on the wall. [Or ALMOST helping them since they "almost" fell?]
Wow. Life altering.
Brook
P.S. This just in: The birds chirped like mad BEFORE the quake hit! Whoa. Think about that shit, and go buy a parakeet if you want to live.
Brook
Panic! Everybody Panic NOW, or say your prayers!
I'm sorry, I'm TRYING to stay calm... give me a moment here...
We just suffered a "semi-large" earthquake.... wait...their now on the radio...stand by...
Hmmm, they say it measured only a 4.6 Magnitude centered 5 miles west of Hollis Center, Maine [the next state over.]. But experts think it may be as high as 7. Isn't that like confusing Froot Loops with shredded fucking wheat?
Okay, stay calm, mother fuckers! That is of PRIMARY IMPORTANCE HERE! I will talk you through this ugly, life scarring event....
Wait, more reports just in... apparently a woman in Hanover had her chandeliers shake...I'm trying to get her exact location so that I can make a personal visit to soothe her rattled nerves... nope, she hung up.
Okay, next caller... yes, here is something. A young white male, sounds educated, polite, ready to do EXACTLY what the radio asks of him..."Well, it sure shook me up. Things here swayed. A picture almost fell off the wall". Niiice. Thanks for the insight, Sparky.
You don't get this kind of drama on TV, people; if you weren't alive this morning, well, check your pulse now my little kittens! PICTURES literally almost FALLING off the walls! ha ha haaaaa.
Screw these foo foo callers. I'll give you the real drama right from the horse's mouth. I felt the fucker from start to finish. I was here, um, let's just say "checking a particular website" when BAM! I thought my neighbor had come over and walking into a glass door because he didn't realize it was there. Except my door is wood, so I thought, boy, my neighbor really blew this one. So I was just getting up to get the door, when the the next wave came. At this point I said to my myself "Holy Jesus mother of Gaawd, a dinosaur is in the back yard!" Funny thing is, as I looked out the window, I swear, I could see a brontosaurus nibbling on my loganberry vines, and marching like a boyscout in the fourth of July parade. That MUST have been some sort of coping mechanism, 'cause when I went outside, there was no sign of such a creature, although there was a fresh pile dung. But that was more likely "Jupiter", the neighbor's Dane.... Any way, it was at this point that some strange inner child grabbed a hold of me, and goddammit, he demanded center stage. I ducked...no, I dove, under my bed and cried like a baby....I'm not afraid to say these things. But come on man, it was like an EARTHQUAKE.
Alright, that's enough for now. I've got to get back to my inner child, and the gripping coverage on the local radio. apparently a basketball game in Manchester was delayed for three minutes. Whoa. It's just not like every other Wednesday out there, people. Lets all take a breath and soothe ourselves. Coming up soon on the radio they'll have more earthquake 2012 coverage, including more portrayals of ordinary people who were victims of the quake, details of the epicenter, interviews with local sports stars, and their reaction to the quake. They also have some hero stories: People who actually stopped the swinging plants, swaying chandeliers, and those who went as far as helping neighbors place pictures back on the wall. [Or ALMOST helping them since they "almost" fell?]
Wow. Life altering.
Brook
P.S. This just in: The birds chirped like mad BEFORE the quake hit! Whoa. Think about that shit, and go buy a parakeet if you want to live.
Brook
Mark replies:
Like most news, it's
much more important if it happens in the NE.
Years ago I was looking
at a CXR (chest X-ray) of a patient one of my fellow Emergency Physicians was caring for and remarked at the
ominous image of a huge mass lesion (ie cancer) in the RUL (right upper lobe),
understating that it "Looks serious". His reply was "It's only
serious if it's MY CXR".
Go Ducks!
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