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Last night at 12:58am, I experienced something truly "Californian" - my first earthquake. According to reports, it registered 4.5 on the Richter scale and was centered in Chatsworth, CA, which is probably about 15 miles north of where I live. It was an odd sensation - kind of like a really sharp and powerful rumble of thunder, except the room kept shaking and the noise didn't dissipate with distance. It was also kinda cool. Even though I know earthquakes have the power to cause mass destruction - I would still take the shaking over the ridiculousness of a hurricane. Having survived Frances, Jean and Charlie in the fall of 2004 when I lived in Florida, last nights little rumble in the urban jungle was nothing. Now, go knock on some wood so I don't get my butt handed to me next time there's a disturbance in the fault.

I'm fairly certain that anyone who knows me at all would tell you that I don't normally have a problem expressing my opinion. In fact, my family and friends would probably tell you that if anything I have some pretty stalwart opinions and as such, speak my mind on a regular basis. And yet, when faced with the idea of writing a blog, where the only thing that makes any difference is said opinion, I find myself at a loss ... strange that, don't you think? What should I discuss? The sad state of our country's government? The brilliance of Joss Whedon? The undeniable obsession I have for "Star Wars" and just about anything sci-fi? How close I am to my parents and family? How much I miss upstate New York, my hometown? The fact that I'm very bad at keeping in touch with people, but think about them all the time? How much I dislike my job (or rather, how bored I am)? There seems to be an endless stream of topics and yet, I cannot pick one. It's as if the pres...