OK, so, my quake story, while anyone sort of cares:
I was at work, of course, since it was the middling afternoon. I'd beaten some of my worse programming problems and was now trying to come up with reasons not to deal with the remainder. The floor started to shake, which didn't seem very unusual since heavy trucks rumble past the front often enough. They don't usually shake the third floor, but there's been road construction outside and it's not impossible. The strange thing was shaking the computer monitor; I haven't seen that get more than a brief shiver.
And it kept going, rumbling on long past any plausible truck could go. It had to be an earthquake. I've lived in New Jersey almost my whole life; I know the earthquakes we get. I'd probably be a quite different person if we didn't get the occasional earthquake. Or, maybe, the ancient and much-abused building we work in was finally getting around to collapsing. Hard to tell from the third floor like that. I got up and walked around and confirmed that it wasn't a weird convergence of where I happened to sit but everything around shaking.
And, it passed. The floor settled back to its norm, and each of the programmers --- taking turns, although we had no means of planning this --- stepped out of his office, looked around to confirm the hall was still there and the building was apparently not collapsing, shrugged and went back to what we were doing before.
Then of course I could get into the e-mail, Twitter, and Usenet blather about it as my friends in the area remarked that yes, indeed, there was an earthquake, and did you feel it? By the time I drove home 
orv was re-tweeting HipsterDalek's comment about it and my brother-in-law was sulking about how people were making way too much of it. But it was interesting while it was going on.
Trivia: Following an 1811 earthquake which scared off most white settlers in what would become the boot heel of Missouri, John Hardeman Walker bought up much of the vacated valley land between the Saint Francis and the Mississippi Rivers; his lobbying efforts kept his lands from being left in Arkansas territory when Missouri achieved statehood. Source: How The States Got Their Shapes, Mark Stein.
Currently Reading: Write More Good, Editors Mark Hale, Ken Lowery. I think this is my first blog-book (or maybe microblog book, since it's a compilation of thought from the FakeAPStylebook Twitter feed.)