“gonna be an earthquake in this town...”

For anyone worried about me and my family in Japan, though the quakes were quite large and nearby, we weren't hurt and our stuff wasn't broken. Google news turned up several pages with contradictory numbers, but this one seems to have the numbers I feel most closely describe what happened. It felt like a 7+ (Richter) for the first one, nearly a 7 for the second at midnight, and a third at 06:00 that woke only me, and was likely barely a 3. The tidal waves were reportedly quite small. For tidal waves, that is.

Next up: Godzilla. (Not the Gibsonian one)

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