Willow: Something evil-crashed to earth in this. Then it broke out and slithered away to do badness. Giles: Well, in all fairness, we don't really know about the "slithered" part. Anya: No, no, I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.

'Never Leave Me'


Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


flea - Aug 23, 2011 9:35:16 am PDT #21764 of 30001
information libertarian

Well, it's not like anyone in my office is getting anything done for the rest of the day. It was about 1:55.


Consuela - Aug 23, 2011 9:36:17 am PDT #21765 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Aren't you supposed to stand underneath doorways, or something?

I'm not sure, I think there have been some changes recently in what's recommended.

So I'm going to whinge: 1. I have a sore throat. 2. My dog (whom I left at my sister's house while I went to Colorado) spent all 4 days having diarrhea, even in her crate. Nobody knows why. (And I'm going to the mountains for Labor Day weekend.) 3. The job situation is still up in the air. The big boss has two lists to look at, and the guys above me on the open list are clearly not qualified for my job, but there may be some on the merit promotion list. And if there are, then he will have to hire from that. And if there aren't, they are going to cancel the announcement and re-announce the job with Selective Placement Factors, and that would happen in like a month or six weeks.

::facepalm::

But hey, I talked to a former coworker and his firm is hiring. So I'm going to send him my resume.


Tom Scola - Aug 23, 2011 9:36:28 am PDT #21766 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

It was at 01:51:03 PM at the epicenter. I felt it in NYC two minutes later.


sarameg - Aug 23, 2011 9:37:21 am PDT #21767 of 30001

I posted as soon as it stopped. Which corresponds to the 17:51 epicenter from USGS.


flea - Aug 23, 2011 9:38:45 am PDT #21768 of 30001
information libertarian

We just did the math, my sister and I, and I am 490 miles from the epicenter, and she is 530 miles, and it was strong enough for her that she headed for the door frame. As a research geek, of course I am now looking for the history of east coast earthquakes and why they tend to be so widespread.


lisah - Aug 23, 2011 9:39:08 am PDT #21769 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate

I got right under a doorframe! My training kicked in even though I lived in SF for 5 years and never felt a thing.


Amy - Aug 23, 2011 9:39:27 am PDT #21770 of 30001
Because books.

I had looked at my watch at about 1:55 when we walked out of the bookstore, and I didn't feel a thing. Weird.


Kate P. - Aug 23, 2011 9:39:30 am PDT #21771 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

The job situation is still up in the air. The big boss has two lists to look at, and the guys above me on the open list are clearly not qualified for my job, but there may be some on the merit promotion list. And if there are, then he will have to hire from that. And if there aren't, they are going to cancel the announcement and re-announce the job with Selective Placement Factors, and that would happen in like a month or six weeks.

Wait, what?? Good lord, it just gets worse and worse.


bon bon - Aug 23, 2011 9:42:04 am PDT #21772 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Last I heard, doorframes are not where you should stand-- people assumed they would stay standing because in old adobe homes, buildings would fall down around the door frames. But they're not safer these days than protecting your head under furniture.


beekaytee - Aug 23, 2011 9:42:53 am PDT #21773 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant

People may be taking it in stride, by I am sure the fuck traumatized. This is why I left California, straight up.

All my childhood training came back to me and I realized that absolutely NOWHERE in my house is safe.

I'm still not breathing properly.

My friends' shop shook so hard that big patches of paint chipped off their brick facade.

My poor landlord, in the middle of several thousand glass bottles, couldn't think of anything to do but lie on the floor.

FUCK. I can't stand this.