It lasted quite a while. Not surprised it was felt far and wide. Here at LAX-adjacent it was right along the boundary of enjoyable/scary. One of my coworkers ran outside like a chicken with his head cut off.
I'm in Orange today and we're pretty close to the epicenter, but it never really got to scary here (we're on the 3rd floor of a building we think is on rollers, so that might have had something to do with it.) It sure did go on for a long time. There were some folks who ducked under their desks, but I never really felt a big jolt, just a lot of rolling.
Zombies and such aren't real, and my reactions to them are unusually strong. Thus, phobic.
Fearing an earthquake is a *rational* fear. *Not fearing* an earthquake is an irrational response. If people handle a quake in stride, that's one thing. But if they don't pay attention to the fact that an earthquake can offer you a nice slow death in a pile of rubble, then, well...
But that's largely because this heavy vase on top of my office bookshelf nearly brained me on the noggin, and I'm not fond of the idea of death by falling bric-a-brac. (I'm sure that's got to be close to the top of the list of Ignominious Ways to Get Yourself Accidentally Offed.)
I'm on the 10th floor of a building on rollers. During the earthquake I had time to get under my desk, get back out from under my desk because I was rather close to two floor-to-ceiling windows, go out and stand in the doorway, have a discussion with other co-workers as to whether or not that was going to do us any good, have another discussion with the receptionist who had wandered into our hallway as to what the hell we were supposed to do in an earthquake, anyway, and then we all chatted about the rollers in the building and all the interesting noises in the walls that reminded us the damn building was still moving. I'd say at least a minute and a half of grooving and shaking.
And then, floor warden that I am, I went down the hall to see how our NY transplant folks were doing. I had to tell them not to sit on the floor under the framed posters under glass, but otherwise their instincts were sound. The most high-strung one was in the elevator when it hit, which the rest of us thought was hilarious. Okay, mostly just me, but I'm mean.
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Date: 2008-07-29 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-07-29 07:25 pm (UTC)So, from where I stood, it was a gentle 5.8.
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Date: 2008-07-29 07:09 pm (UTC)-- Richard
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Date: 2008-07-29 07:17 pm (UTC)Let's not confuse the issue here
Date: 2008-07-29 07:27 pm (UTC)Fearing an earthquake is a *rational* fear. *Not fearing* an earthquake is an irrational response. If people handle a quake in stride, that's one thing. But if they don't pay attention to the fact that an earthquake can offer you a nice slow death in a pile of rubble, then, well...
-- Richard
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Date: 2008-07-29 08:29 pm (UTC)*raises hand* Under-desk-scooter here!
But that's largely because this heavy vase on top of my office bookshelf nearly brained me on the noggin, and I'm not fond of the idea of death by falling bric-a-brac. (I'm sure that's got to be close to the top of the list of Ignominious Ways to Get Yourself Accidentally Offed.)
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Date: 2008-07-29 10:57 pm (UTC)And then, floor warden that I am, I went down the hall to see how our NY transplant folks were doing. I had to tell them not to sit on the floor under the framed posters under glass, but otherwise their instincts were sound. The most high-strung one was in the elevator when it hit, which the rest of us thought was hilarious. Okay, mostly just me, but I'm mean.
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Date: 2008-07-30 07:57 pm (UTC)