Alrighty then. Let’s just hope that was the quake, not any kind of foreshock.
Thus far it’s
a 5.8. (Okay, actually Cal Tech says 5.8—USGS says 5.4)
It shook for five or six seconds. 29 miles, East/South east from Los Angeles, into the Chino area.
(I did what I always do. I held up the china cabinet.) It was felt as far as San Diego. (I got a call from an SD friend immediately.)
So far, according to LAFD, no reports of damage or injuries have come in.
Circuit busy signals trying to call various places in LA. The disruption seems to be mainly to cell phones, less so to land lines. (So, all you people who dumped your land lines, who’s sorry now??? And corded phones. Never let go of your cordless phones. New rules: Don’t run with scissors. And keep at least one cordless phone in the house. Trust me. I know these things.)
I just now spoke to guys up at California Institute for Men, the prison located in Chino, and so far they’re hearing no big damage or injuries. But, Chino’s so messed up already—no hot water in one part of the facility for more than a year, cracks in many, many of the cells that often let the rain in—so I’m not sure they’re the best bellwether.
(Secret reporter’s tip: Whenever there’s a disaster, call the guys in prison—-Try dialing random extensions until you get someone who will pick up the phone. Their stories are much more entertaining and much less PC than one gets elsewhere, I promise you.)
Aging water mains breaking at various points in the city.
12: 49 p.m. Kate Hutton, The Cal Tech chick is equating the quake to a bowl of JELL-O. I think this is supposed to be reassuring.
Okay, now everyone’s gotten their figures straight. Now it’s a 5.4
1:03 p.m. That’s it. Barring aftershocks, I’m back to work.
(But if you have your own anecdotes and/or quake tales, please post ‘em.)
2:13 p.m. There is a theory now making the rounds that the quake was not fault-related at all, but rather a seismic reaction to the profound and terrible collective psychic disturbance occurring among those on Facebook who are deep into the throes of Scrabulous withdrawal. (I am not among this number, so I couldn’t say.)