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Trivial Pursuits => Wild Card => Topic started by: Asherdan on July 29, 2008, 06:49:21 pm
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The ground shouldn't move. The whole point is that it's stable. Get with the program, strata.
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Note to Californians: Why don't you ALL act like Asherdan and immediately post to all your messageboards and email all your friends after an earthquake so we know you are OK? What do you think we have an Internet for?
Does everyone get to go home from work after an earthquake to check things out? Or does your boss expect you to just make phone calls (and send email) and otherwise wait till the end of the day?
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Well. That was strictly no fun. But I called Audrey's preschool about fifteen seconds after it happened and all was well. The dog didn't even get upset.
So far, no reports of damage anywhere.
Let's just keep the aftershocks down to a bare minimum and we'll call this one a wrap, okay San Andreas Fault?
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Note to Californians: Why don't you ALL act like Asherdan and immediately post to all your messageboards and email all your friends after an earthquake so we know you are OK? What do you think we have an Internet for?
Just a quick reminder that the state is frickin' huge. Baalzebub could crack off the entire Southland from Fresno southwards and we'd have no idea it had happened up here in the Bay Area. Nonetheless, I fully expect to get calls from Stacey's folks asking if we're OK.
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Speaking as someone who has never been in a earthquake it seems like it would be a fuck*ng BLAST. I guess being inside a building being bounced around like pinball might not be so hot, but out in the open away from anything that might fall on you... That's gotta be a rush. Am I right?
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When I lived in CA, I experienced zero earthquakes. However, one day walking back from class (in virginia) everything around me started to wobble and i felt like I was about to fall, for about 5 seconds. Then it stopped. I looked around and no one else was outside. I shook my head and said "no.... no fuck*ng way... I need to go back to bed for today". I was later informed of the earthquake.
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Oh, and the '86 one I was driving south on the 405 when everything began to wobble and the overhead signs started rocking furiously. That one wasn't fun to be out in.
I was just about to ask what the safety advice is when driving in an earthquake. I assume pulling over would be the thing to do but my understanding is they're normally quick enough that by the time you realise what's going on it's almost over.
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That's gotta be a rush. Am I right?
Well, I've never been outside for an earthquake. The '94 quake, when I ran for the doorway to be greeted by the sight of a wall collapsing right in front of me...no, not a rush.
Though the few seconds afterwards, when the rumbling went away and all you could hear was every car alarm in the 310 area code going off simultaneously...that was sorta cool. Then I had to get dressed, throw on some work gloves and start hauling the bricks from the collapsed wall out of the driveway.
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Maybe I don't want to move to California after all.
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Driving on a surface street, Northridge/Tarzana-ish, I didn't even feel it.
Only after I saw a bunch of people standing outside buildings, firedrill-style, did I turn on the AM radio and discover there had been an earthquake.
My girlfriend claims the apartment shook in a freaky manner but, in the end, not even a picture tilted on the wall.
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I really love tornadoes. I used to sit on my roof and watch them like 2 miles away, it was amazing.
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Well that one was my third - the first wasn't even in California. I was in a beach house on St. George Island on the Forgotten Coast of Florida, hung over as shit. I thought it was an aftershock of the copious amounts of booze from the night prior *zing* -- turns out it was a six point about 75 miles out in the gulf. We only felt a quiver for about 10 seconds.
The second one I was sober for: some weeknight last August, about 1 AM. I was standing at the toilet preparing to visit the greatest nation when all of a sudden everything started shaking. I managed to stay my visit until afterward, walk back to the bedroom to a startled wife and confused pair of dogs, and say "what?" I think it was like a 4, up in the valley.
Today's, wow. Completely different. I work halfway up a 14 story building built about 13 years ago. First it sounded like a six hundred pound ape running down the hallway upstairs, then the building shook and wobbled about 10 seconds, then little tickles of shakiness kept up for another 30 seconds. We were 30 miles away from the epicenter, no damage whatsoever. The missus lost power a mere dozen blocks away, and I was in mild enough shock to walk down the emergency exit and wolf down a smoke.
Moving to L.A. was the stupidest mistake I've ever made, and it's got barely anything to do with the quakes. Yeah, I love the weather but the people are almost as insane as the real estate prices. I can't wait for the next year to pass so that I can get back to Atlanta with all its humidity, mosquitos, sizable yards, barbecue, integration, and affordable homes. My friends are there. It's home. This ain't.
I mean four hundred dollars for a damn pair of jeans! come the fuck on, assholes.
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Maybe I don't want to move to California after all.
Yes, you do. California's awesome. Some people can't handle it, and those people move back to wherever-the-fuck. You seem to be made of sterner stuff, omba.
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it ain't that i can't handle it, it's that i miss my friends and i don't like the crazies.
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it ain't that i can't handle it, it's that i miss my friends and i don't like the crazies.
You're saying anybody who would be friends with you isn't already a crazy?
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better the crazy you know than the crazy you don't
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Choop, if I may ask, what brought you out here in the first place?
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Either a woman or the jorb, I'm thinking.
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Yeah, it was work. my job market dried up in Atlanta -poof, gone- and we figured we'd give L.A. a shot. I'm actually making less money now, and the missus has a job too, and we're barely scraping by while socking away enough for the move back next summer, where we can have a house with an actual yard and the missus can return to the housewifery she and I both enjoy.
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That's too bad. Sorry the city of angels hasn't worked out for you.
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I would trade my actual yard for the weather and crazies in LA in a minute. The yard doesn't do all that much good when half the year it's either too hot or too cold to go out in it. But, it is nice that the yard here does stay perfectly still all the time like the ground beneath one's feet is supposed to.
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LA proved too much for the man.
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if i could hop tonight's midnight train to georgia, you know i would
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You know, I hear North Carolina is nice this time of year.
Lots of good jobs available here, too.
Just sayin'.