I spent the late afternoon and into the evening watching lectures from the course on streamed video. Some were interesting, some were boring. The World Music class wanted me to watch a Tuvan throat group in concert, a 78 minute video on YouTube, but by about 40 minutes in, I was getting a headache, so I truncated that. Naughty of me? I suppose. But I'm taking the class for fun, and pain isn't fun.
At about 2320 hours, we had an earthquake; it woke not the dogs nor the wife. It's listed as 4.4 on the Richter scale, and centered between Chino Hills and Yorba Linda, so that's fairly close, though not right on top of us. No damage. It felt like a sharp jerk coming from the south, associated with a bit of noise, and that's all. I barely had time to grab the table and it was all over. I thought for just a split second of which doorway to run to, but it wasn't necessary.
My wife expressed interest a while back in seeing what Chariots of the Gods was about; I got the Netflix disc in, and we put it on last night. After sassing it repeatedly at the beginning, I ignored it, and she fell asleep. Back it goes with a poor rating. I saw it in its original US release, back when I was in high school. Didn't like it then, things haven't changed all that much.