Fuck It, L.A. Style
Coming over the radio airwaves even as I type: a Tsunami Warning — here, in Los Angeles.
Uh… Wha-fuck?
Apparently there was an offshore earthquake near Eureka (insert obligatory Eureka! joke here), California up north, prompting the tsunami warning down here. Go figure.
We live a good 15 miles inland behind the Santa Monica mountains, so we’re good here at Casa Atkins even if a monster wave hits. But even on the coast down in Malibu I wouldn’t expect to see the kind of destruction here that we saw last year in Phuket — pretty much everyone here either has their own internal dual silicone flotation system or is banging someone who does.
Not to mention that you are missing the most obvious limiting factor;
Everything in SoCal has to be shallow. :-)
Heh. That made for some exciting times last night. Still, there was actually thought to be a good chance for a tsunami from the event. It was big enough. If it had been a thrust earthquake it likely would have generated one.
I’m good on the floatation front.
But … a tsunami in Malibu. Now that might have settled some old questions the old-fashioned way.
Ooooo, ‘thrust earthquake’.
Stan, you naughty boy.
Smut for brain Miss GraceD. That’s why I love you.
Jeez, could you be stRichter? Just let it slip, you’re graben at straws. It’s not her fault.
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week.