Apparently, the earth had a little spasm of some kind, up near its asshole, DC.

I didn't notice anything, here in NC. But, it happened just after a big lunch, so I might have mistaken it for that drifty, drowsy feeling experienced by those who eat too much delicious sammich.

Dear sweet wife says our windows rattled, at home. Wish I was home.

Local TV channel's website passes-on a big STFU from the Authorities:

Authorities in North Carolina urged residents not to call 911 to report feeling the earthquake that rocked the eastern seaboard Tuesday afternoon. Please leave emergency lines open for damage and injury reports.

Our governor finds significance:

"Now, let me talk to you about this hurricane, Hurricane Irene. I want you to know it’s my mama’s name, so I take this one personal. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, if she’s trying to punish us or reward us," Perdue said.

On the bright side, the DJIA rose in response to the shake-up. So, that's nice.