I will worship whatever god or gods I need to, I will even sacrifice a goat on the tarmac if need be, but I really hope that what’s been happening in Indonesia over the last few days doesn’t happen in L.A. while I’m still alive to have it scare the shit out of me.
Reading the list of Ricther scale measurements is like looking at a gymnastics score: 8.4, 7.8, 8.1, 6.2… TEN aftershocks between 5 and 6 on top of all that.
Seriously, yikes.