(Plinky.com sends me an email everyday with a question or other instruction meant to inspire a blog post. Occasionally I take the bait.)
I once heard a stand-up comedian tell a joke that went something like this:
You know, they always tell you, in the event of an earthquake, to run and stand in a doorway, but when was the last time you saw footage of earthquake devastation and all you saw was rubble, doorway, rubble, doorway?
This morning’s Plinky asks:
Have you ever experienced an earthquake, flood, or other natural disaster?
So it was around 1990 and I was living in a three bedroom apartment in Los Angeles with two buddies of mine from New Jersey. The floor plan of the apartment consisted of a living room, dining area, and kitchen, separated by a door from a tiny hallway where four more doors all clustered together led to a bathroom and the three bedrooms respectively.
Anyway, if me and my buddies were to each stand in our own bedroom doorways we were no more than a few feet away from each other, and one time, deep in the middle of the night, a sizable quake rumbled us awake, we ran to our doorways, and there we were, three guys in our underwear, half asleep, looking at each other, not knowing how serious the earthquake would be, thinking about that comedian’s joke and decidedly not laughing.
In honor of today’s Plinky, I bring you a rather fitting song by Loudon Wainwright III: