Living Dangerously

I'm not sure if it has anything to do with being so much closer to Hollywood, but we appear to be living in a disaster movie.

First there was the landslide on Telegraph Hill on Monday night. We were eating in an Italian restaurant very close to this spot a few hours before the boulders came down the hill. Heavy rains in the preceding week were blamed. "Too bad, Mother Nature, you'll have to try harder than that to get us!" we thought.

Never smile at a crocodile, and never mock the forces of Nature. Last night She tried again with an earthquake. It measured 4.2 on the Richter scale.

Now, before our concerned relatives start entreating us to come home to live in a safer place, let me assure you all that 4.2 on the Richter scale is actually very minor. Pathetically so. In fact, even the earthquake that hit Birmingham in 2002 measured 4.8. What's more, I didn't even feel last night's quake, which personally I found very disappointing, because everyone else noticed it. Perhaps it was the beer I was drinking at the time...

So come on Mama N, is that the best you can do?

Watch out for meteor strikes and tsunamis in the North Beach area in the next few days.