Thread: Tsunami video

That's just beyond scary, that person who ran then went back to shut the car door, and those poor people trapped in their cars.

My stomach just dropped, wow what a video.

That last bit was especially scary, when they were floating about I was thinking whether I would get out and swim to safety but then that last bit when things started colliding, that changed my mind lol...

That was a scary but epic video. I wonder what it must have been like to be there.

Frightening. 0:50 seconds, sitting in a queue at traffic lights. 1:10 floating at the whim of nature.

20 seconds. Incredible.

What would I do in such in a situation I do not know. Makes me think I am so lucky to live where I do. Those poor people I do not think I have seen anything more shocking and the power of nature wow!!.

This was not the worst.
The water came in a series of waves that kept building, till there was forty feet of water at most locations.
Thats what screwed the reactors so badly,
They were designed to withstand thirty.
That was their biggest tsunami in 500 years.
Perhaps for critical structures like that, they should look at thousand year levels.

Originally Posted by bart5050

This was not the worst.
The water came in a series of waves that kept building, till there was forty feet of water at most locations.
Thats what screwed the reactors so badly,
They were designed to withstand thirty.
That was their biggest tsunami in 500 years.
Perhaps for critical structures like that, they should look at thousand year levels.

Yes but looking at this subjectively and personally, how would you feel if you were in that car?...

Originally Posted by nivek242

Yes but looking at this subjectively and personally, how would you feel if you were in that car?...

Like maybe my time is up.
But, I have been in that position more than twice.
The last time I was wishing I could take notes on how it went, and was surprised to find myself still alive when I could see again.

I think it has been a very long time since anything really scared me.
Trying to enjoy all of life that I can get.
But, everybody dies, so I will be in good company.

The Visitor
by bart

I awoke in the stillness of a heavy night
air breathless and heated no leaf stirring
Cast my eyes through moonglides and shadows
seeking the cause of such restless plight

A shadow moves a shape assembles
forming not the form of any man
But of something unholy tall and gaunt
something familiar yet nothing resembles

Who's there I say and why purturb
a gentle nights slumber, perchance
you've lost your way, in err you disturb
I can give maps and compass to chance

With a voice like bones rustling in tombs
muted by silky curtains drawn cross shadows
Fingerprints wrapped tight round my imagination
He answered in raspy words of forgotton tomes

I strode the earth before the first man
Drew breath and burst forth from his mold of clay
I make no mistake tis you that I seek
and for you I've made a long journey planned

Ah tis merly some curious space alien
Come to steal what he must in the dark
Afraid to ask by the light of day
Sure that I would refuse such rude invasion

I felt the fingers slide deeper still
even as the words formed on my tounge
He needed not voice to know my thoughts
his hands found vibration yet unfulfilled

Foreign to no world, on all have I walked
and even the empty reaches between
Wherever there is life am I and always will
For I am the end of all, the last of all talk

Ah tis death you be and nothing more intense
You've lingered and dallied here far too long
just to have your way, something more is your intent
So speak your mind be quick, silky dreams await my return

That rustling voice of bones took stronger demeaner
Echoes booming, the shadows shook, moonlight shivered
Twas clear he took offense, that I should dismiss
and hold dreams, visions unvisioned, of more desire

You've lost your reverence for all that I am
It's a joy that I'll have back, for I come here
to renew the trembling that I evoke in all.
And from you I demand respect, you will learn fear.

Laughing, I composed a suitable response to this
Hemingway, Sapho in beauty, Shelly and keats
Homer and heroes, such noble company you keep.
That I have known the depths and desires of bliss

Falling leaves on a windy night
Chance casting where they land
More than this, there is nothing.
More than this, nothing can stand.

He withdrew his hand, leaving fingerprints
Across my imagination, like hasty footprints in burning sand
A few more years of pain I grant, so that you may learn
What you should know, when next I raise my hand.