“As I was finishing, I heard a crashing noise. A horned and tusked purple thing went racing along the ridge to my right, pursued by a hairless orange-skinned creature with long claws and a forked tail. Both were wailing in different keys. I nodded. It was just one damned thing after another.”
—Roger Zelazny (1937-1995) American science-fiction writer, Trumps of Doom (1985)
BE THIS GUY almost 7 years ago
I guess the earthquake only hit the kitchen area.
Kim Metzger Premium Member almost 7 years ago
That would be the Loma Prieta earthquake of October 17, 1989.
Pharmakeus Ubik almost 7 years ago
I was upstairs watching the pregame. The house swayed like the crow’s nest of a schooner.
Richard S Russell Premium Member almost 7 years ago
“As I was finishing, I heard a crashing noise. A horned and tusked purple thing went racing along the ridge to my right, pursued by a hairless orange-skinned creature with long claws and a forked tail. Both were wailing in different keys. I nodded. It was just one damned thing after another.”
—Roger Zelazny (1937-1995) American science-fiction writer, Trumps of Doom (1985)Thomas Scott Roberts creator almost 7 years ago
Good that he was able to keep the fridge plugged in and working.
Scoutmaster77 almost 7 years ago
Fortunately, I was out of town. I used to commute on that elevated freeway.