The 1989 biggie in SF slammed me hard against a wall, cracks along all outer walls. It hit like a bomb, and then rumbled like crazy. Worst was the aftershocks - I was sleeping with my newborn son on a hideway couch in the family room so as not to wake everyone, and the springs were so wild on that thing, I was more jarred and rattled than from any quake I've experienced in two countries. 2nd worst? 33rd flr Spear Street Tower, SF. People were puking, we were that high up and the swaying went on forever in that Seismologically Sensitive and Erected Building.....
No, he is a mathematician and usually doesn’t notice anything less than a mistake in variation of parameters.
Big whoop. I got married that day, and the aftershocks lasted ten years until I finally filed for divorce.