I heard that there was a 4.1 earthquake up here. Footage from the Nooksack Casino showed things moving round, and it’s not that far from me.
I don’t know when it happened, but I was taking a nap between three and four. I must have slept through it.
Hm. Apparently it was yesterday. I’m only now hearing about it.
You wouldn’t necessarily feel a 4.1 even right under you. Its pretty mild. Here’s the USGS real time quake site. We sometimes get a dozen a day, that no one feels.
If you wander around the site you can see there have been several in So Cal in the last hour.
You forget where I’m from! 
I’ll usually feel anything over a 3.0 if I’m not driving. A 4.1 in L.A. would probably wake me up. (Seems they usually came at night.) I actually got out of bed for the Northridge quake (the only time I’ve done so).
So a 4.1 in Demming should have had me saying, ‘Hm. There’s an earthquake. Cool.’ But I didn’t feel a thing. 
It was probably deep.
Did you wake up for the Antelope Valley ride a few years ago?
I was in LA visiting my son. We were up late talking to some old friends, waiting for one of us to sober up enough to drive home. It happened around 4:30AM. The guy’s apartment was a bit scary, a tilt up with dangly stairs, so we went out to the street.
We were up the hill from Santa Monica Blvd. We watched the power transformers arch over all over the city, that was kinda pretty. What really stands out in my mind though, were the palm trees along SMB slapping the ground in unison first one side then the other. It was like a cartoon come to life!
My son realized during the Northridge that he had never before in his life, been in the dark… the real dark, like the did-I-just-go-blind- dark. He was a bit disoriented.
Do you get scared, or excited? I’ve never been afraid in one, just have a woo-woo-what’s-going-to-happen-next feeling. Then when it stops and I’m not dead, excitment, like a party.
I don’t remember the AV quake. (I went to high school in the AV, BTW, and worked there for a few years.)
I’ve never been afraid during a quake. If it wakes me up I’m like, ‘Ar? Earthquake. snooooorrrrre’ If I’m awake I’m more like, ‘Hee hee! Cool! Earth’s up, dude!’ For Northridge I did the usual, ‘Oh, it’s an earthquake’ thing. But when my bookshelves fell over it got my attention. ‘Hey! I’d better get out of bed!’ And I did. My next thought was, ‘Wow! The water must really be sloshing in the pool!’ I went out to look, but my neighbours thought I was bringing them the light. So I gave them my light and missed watching the sloshing water.
When the neighbours were talking about shutting off the gas (there was no gas leak, so it shouldn’t have been shut off) I thought I’d grab a hot shower while I could. Turns out they didn’t turn off the gas, which was good. Then I took a motorcycle ride out to Santa Monica to see my g/f. It was like riding in the AV. (I used to ride out to the airport to bring dad his dinner, and 60th St. W. was pretty much unlit at the time.) Good thing I went west instead of east. The freeway fell down just east of my apartment.
After that I made sure my stuff was low to the floor. The bookshelves were secured to the wall.
I’ve always enjoyed earthquakes. They’re reminders that we live on an active planet.
Wow, I think you lived rather close to my son. He lived a block from the Beverly Center, on Blackburn. You woulda liked him.
I assume you’re referring to the I-10 collapse. I don’t know why I’d assume that, since there were others.
I guess the 'quake I’m thinking of was the Whitter quake in 1987. I guess I always referred to it as Antelope Valley because I think they had the most damage. But hey. I’m old…
You weren’t up here yet for our last good one were you?
(oh, btw, check your thread of what to buy your ex for Christmas)
Ah, the Whittier quake. That was in the mid-morning, right? If it’s the one I’m thinking of, then I was on the tenth floor of a 12-storey building. When the shaking started I stayed at the computer terminal by the window so that I could submit a job before the mainframe went down. Then I looked out and watched things swaying, and thought about how cool it was that the building was swaying.
I lived here. The freeway fell down at La Cienega, which is just east of where I lived. (Use the third button from the top on the zoom bar to see it.)
Sent you an e-mail last night. 
Well, the one I’m thinking of was around 4:30 or 5:00 AM. I just don’t remember the year. I thought it was in the '90s because I didn’t live in San Diego any more. I know i didn’t dream it. It knocked a lot of chimneys down in LA. I thought it was just a year or two before Northridge. :smack: I hate it when The files in my head get scattered.
Check your e-mail.