A Quake! A Quake!

I am currently taking a geology class. I am enjoying it even if it did begin with an unbelievable explanation about How The Universe Was Created. (Even if I weren't a Christian I'd find it hard to believe. I think I would find any explanation hard to believe. Same with how the Earth Was Created out of gravity etc.) Anyhow, we also had a unit on plate tectonics.

Lo and behold, the family was watching part of a nature program on earthquakes. It was by National Geographic, and let me tell you, we didn't finish it. As a rule, we hate National Geographic. It is, well, graphic at all times, in print and television. For instance, my littlest brother was tramautized as during one program on crocodiles/aligators, the scientist was going to dissect one. The earthquake was clip after clip after clip of nothing but distruction and survivor interviews, including scenes of dead people. Real dead people. Talk about desensitizing. We were supposed to be getting a sick enjoyment out of real people's pain and mourning. It was not to illustrate larger points or offer answers or scenarios the way fiction and acting do.

We turned it off.

However, through it all I kept wanting to sing, to the tune of "The Happy Farmer," this little line: "Who's fault? Who's fault? The San Andreas' Fault!" If one needs cheered up, one ought to watch the Animaniac's A Quake, A Quake!

I have survived several slight earthquakes before; they are not really that uncommon, even in the mild midwest, but I am surprised about how many of my neighbors are unaware of them.

Kindly allow me to plug David Attenborough's nature programs. I have not seen any of his most recent, and I know he is an evolutionist, but he captures nature beautifully, finds interesting subjects, supplies pertinent and astounding commentary, and has good taste. It is a shame that he refuses to verbally acknowledge the Creator, for he clearly finds the Creator to be amazing (in the proper sense of the word) without seeming to realize it.