In the Northridge quake several years ago now, I was asleep in my bed (a waterbed at the time). It was around 4:30 in the morning, as I recall, and I remember waking up to the rumbling. I saw flashes of light outside my window (the transformers popping), heard the noise, felt the bed sloshing all over the place, and thought to myself, "The world's ending. That's nice...."

Needless to say, I am not the quickest to wake up under any circumstances...

I am the Doctor, and THIS... is my SPOON!