I was asleep in my bed in Glendale when the Sylmar quake hit (I was just a wee, wee thing, you know ). I learned from this quake never to put shelving directly above my bed -- in this case it wasn't books falling on my head, just the knickknacks you collect as a kid.

Redars looks interesting, but collapsing bridges (and tunnels) is another thing I'd like to remain in blissful ignorance about. More reasons to hole up at home and never come out.