tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737851275453020904.post2935476092133610521..comments2024-03-08T14:27:48.599-08:00Comments on albertnet: This Was Only a DrillDana Alberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13488621586586091954noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6737851275453020904.post-59447294882886085492010-11-16T12:55:37.354-08:002010-11-16T12:55:37.354-08:00Reading your blog during lunch often leaves me fee...Reading your blog during lunch often leaves me feeling a little depressed. You often talk of food, and my lunches aren't always spectacular, particularly today, so your blogs leave me feeling hungry and underprivileged. I had an apple, some old melon, and toast. That's right, toast. Fortunately, there was butter and Marmite (http://www.sanitarium.co.nz/products/spreads/marmite), and Ed actually gave me some of his tasty chicken, so my toast turned into a delicious sandwich. Well, a pretty good sandwich, but nothing like the glorious international buffet of which you partook! I want that! That's one good thing about living in a diverse place like you do--good potlucks. <br /><br />So you didn't even brush your teeth for the Great ShakeOut? I thought the object was to be prepared! You even had a woman under that table! I'm surprised at you! <br /><br />I found this post, and some of the linked web pages, quite useful. I've only experienced one small earthquake, while in Oak Harbor, and remember it very well, particularly that I didn't do anything except wonder, then marvel, at what was happening. (My kids did drop and climb under desks while at school, though.) However, "they" promise that the Big One will hit any day now, and when it does, oh boy. I'm sure water will be involved, too. So it's good to know that getting under my cheesy desk thing is a good thing to do, as opposed to going to a doorway or ridin' 'er down. Fortunately I had never heard of the "triangle of life." I was curious, however, yet a little scared that if I read about it, when the Big One actually hits, I won't remember which advice is the good advice and which is the bad. But the advice to get down in the street next to your car, or your desk, that just seems nuts in retrospect. Plus, the good advice has that handy limerick, "Stop, Drop and Roll." I can work with that. Or was it "Stop, Rock and Roll?" Well, I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out when the time comes. Anyway, thanks for the post!Bryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470419755805088234noreply@blogger.com