Susan, Katrina was at the uppermost limit of Cat 4 - something like a six mile an hour difference, and she had horrendous backdrafts.
This one's going to suck. Damn it, I have friends in Houston.
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Susan, Katrina was at the uppermost limit of Cat 4 - something like a six mile an hour difference, and she had horrendous backdrafts.
This one's going to suck. Damn it, I have friends in Houston.
My sister and my niece live in Houston.
Well, crappity, ND. Much steer-clear-of-Houston~ma for them. Although, what I'd really like to see is for Rita to just fall apart at the seams and wimp out on us. Not like it hasn't happened before, but I've no idea if the weather is such as to encourage that. It's been a very hot summer everywhere. I feel bad for the Texans of all communities right now.
I know it was a bad Cat 4, but my inner pedant has to point out that it wasn't a Cat 5. I'm the same way about people calling the 30.6" snowstorm I experienced in 1996 a 36" snowstorm, or about authors of my era who put rifles in the hands of regiments who were armed with muskets. It probably means I have the soul of an accountant, but I can't resist doing it.
sits in the pedant corner with Susan. measures to make sure it's a 90 degree angle.
Having lived through earthquakes of various ratings I could give a rat's ass what they measure on the scale. It's the damage that they do. Scales and ratings don't kill people and destroy lives.
Having lived through earthquakes of various ratings I could give a rat's ass what they measure on the scale. It's the damage that they do. Scales and ratings don't kill people and destroy lives.
What. he. said.
I know, ND, but to me one of the most interesting things is how the scales do and don't measure reality--how a Cat 4 can be worse than a Cat 5, how a 6.8 like we had in Seattle in '01 could do so little damage despite its Big Scary Number.
And for me that makes it not matter what the scale is. I say let people call it a catergory plaid hurricane if they want, the scale doesn't mean anything. As such I have a hard time getting hung up on the scale.
What. he. said.
Ditto.
Nic and Mart were both out driving when Loma Prieta hit; Mart had a very good chance of being on the Cypress Structure on the Bay Bridge that day, and for a horrible couple of hours, I thought she was. My daughter was alone at her father's; she was ten years old. Nic had a building come down around the corner from where he was in the SOMA area.
I don't understand pedantry when it applies to human lives. I can vouch for the fact that I honestly didn't give a shit whether the Richter scale said it was a 7.0 or a 7.1. And I really doubt the residents of NOLA noticed that five mile an hour wind differential, you know?