Another big earthquake just rolled through Las Vegas.

Vanity | 07/05/2019 8:20 | Swordmaker

[Swordmaker]

Big one just hit.

[Tammy8]

Just talked to my brother, he said he felt it pretty strong near Victorville.

[DoughtyOne]

They’re working on it. Be patient... LOL

[Sarah Barracuda]

Felt it good here on the west side..I was making dinner and heard a noise like what the hell is that sound asked my mom what’s up she came into the kitchen and than bam it started was definitely stronger than a few days ago this was a jolt for sure

[Pocketdoor]

Down graded to 6.9
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Which is about 15 times “larger” than the 6.4 if I remember the scale properly
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The Richter Scale is logarithmic, meaning it goes up by levels of ten, so a magnitude 10 earthquake is 10 times larger than a magnitude 9.

[Jess Kitting]

Felt in Modesto.

Wow, this is widespread.

[Salamander]

It’s a thing Shibumi and I always did.

Anytime someone mentions Boulder CO or Vegas, the Walking Dude *has* to be done.

/btw...how’s your pork?

[DoughtyOne]

Posted your graphic, and told my family cats were calling in to local radio stations.

[Salamander]

It was his best book.

Or only prophecy...

[Salamander]

You are hitting on all cylinders tonight.

[Big Red Badger]

I’m in the foothills
Just below Ramona.
Nice compound with
Concertina wire and
Dobermans.
Must be earth quake
proof as well.

[DAC21]

“Just talked to my brother, he said he felt it pretty strong near Victorville”

That’s 85 miles away from the epicenter, so yeah it would be pretty strong. I’m 130 miled out and it was fairly intense.

[Steely Tom]

In his dream, the dark man came in his hooded robe, his face invisible... yet the Trashcan Man thought he had seen this man before. When the loungers in the candy store and the beer parlor back in Powtanville catcalled at him, it seemed that this man had been among them, silent and thoughtful. When he had worked at the Scrubba-Dubba (soap the headlights, knock the wipers, soap the rocker panels, hey mister you want hotwax on that?), wearing the sponge glove on his right hand until the hand beneath looked like a pale dead fish, the nails as white as fresh ivory, it seemed he had seen this man's face, fiery and grinning with lunatic joy from beneath the rippling film of water rolling down the windshield. When the sheriff had sent him away to the nuthatch in Terre Haute, he had been the grinning psych aide standing above his head in the room where they gave you the shocks, his hands on the controls (I'm gonna fry your brains out, boy, help you on your way as you change from Donald Merwin Elbert into the Trashcan Man, would you like hotwax on that?), ready to send about a thousand volts zizzing into his brain. He knew this dark man all right, his was the face you could never quite see, his the hands which dealt all spades from a dead deck, his the eyes beyond the flames, his the grin from beyond the grave of the world.

"I'll do whatever you want," he said gratefully in the dream. "My life for you!"

The dark man had lifted his arms inside his robe, turning the robe into the shape of a black kite. They stood on a high place, and below them, America lay in flames.

I will set you high in my artillery. You are the man I want.

Then he saw an army of ten thousand raggle-taggle castoff men and women driving east, driving across the desert and into the mountains, a rough beast of an army whose time had come round at last; they loaded down trucks and jeeps and Wagoneers and campers and tanks; each man and woman wore a dark stone about his or her neck, and deep in some of those stones was a red shape that might have been an Eye or might have been a Key. And riding in their van, atop a giant tanker with pillow tires, he saw himself, and knew that the truck was filled with jellied napalm... and behind him, in column, were trucks loaded with pressure bombs and Teller mines and plastic explosive; flame throwers and flares and heat-seeking missiles; grenades and machine guns and rocket launchers. The dance of death was about to begin, and already the strings of the fiddles and guitars were smoking and the stench of brimstone and cordite filled the air.

The dark man lifted his arms again and when he dropped them everything was cold and silent, the fires gone, even the ashes cold, and for just a moment he was only Donald Merwin Elbert again, small and afraid and confused. For just that moment he suspected he was just another pawn in the dark man's huge chess game, that he had been deceived.

Then he saw the dark man's face was no longer entirely hidden; two dark red coals burned in the sunken pits where his eyes should have been, and illuminated a nose as narrow as a blade.

"I'll do whatever you want," Trash said gratefully in the dream. "My life for you! My soul for you!"

"I will set you to burn," the dark man said gravely. "You must come to my city and there all will be made clear."

"Where? Where?" He was in an agony of hope and expectation.

"West," the dark man said, fading. "West. Beyond the mountains."

He woke up then, and it was still night and still bright. The flames were closer. The heat was stifling. Houses were exploding. The stars were gone, shrouded in a thick pall of oilsmoke. A fine rain of soot had begun. The shuffleboard courts were dusted with black snow.

[Viking2002]

Ummmm....pork?

[Pelham]

Are you feeling aftershocks right now? KFI says that they are, but I haven’t noticed any here in the canyon after the big one. This was big, whereas I hardly felt the 6.4 yesterday

[Jaded]

Hey in the 70’s they said the big one was coming in 20 years and California would fall off the earth. It’s still there. But we were suppose to have an ice age too.

Prayers for all those rocking and rolling. My daughter lives in LA now. She says she misses hurricanes and rain.

[HighSierra5]

65 miles from epicenter.shook hard. Having strong aftershocks constantly.

[Oscar in Batangas]

I think it’s sort of like foreplay and afterplay and the big event

Only different

[LeoWindhorse]

The Sierra Crest is rising . Whitney is a little higher right now I’ll bet

[Scott from the Left Coast]

Just had another aftershock roll through Vegas, close to the feel of yesterday’s quake, a little shorter.

[Yogafist]

I hate posting from my phone.