Your words frighten and confuse me.
Oh, come on. They’re not anywhere NEAR that big. At best, they’re not even as big a Bell Jet Ranger. 
Frankly, crabbing about a Japanese quake with a death toll of nine people seems a bit like tempting fate.
They are necessary for the plots in lots of crappy Sci Fi movies.
I wouldn’t want to tempt Her too much either. Especially since I’ve been in a big quake. It’s strange knowing that the very ground under my feet could do that!
Everywhere it’s something. Earthquakes. Tsunamis. Volcanoes. Wildfires. Avalanches. You name it. Big Mama Gaia can be one cranky bitch.
Perhaps the earth just needs some hemorrhoid cream.
I know you are prone to random, baseless pittings, BG, but this time you’re really on some shaky ground.
See, this is one reason I loved living in Nova Scotia. No earthquakes, no tornados, and on the rare occassions that a hurricane doesn’t veer off coast before hitting, it’s worn down to a force 1 or lower 99% of the time.
Earthquakes are waaay cool. They’re exciting, they expose you to sounds, smells, and sights that are totally novel, and they give you a great story to tell for the rest of your life. Unless you get killed, which has the advantage of removing all your worries. What’s a cooler obituary: “X died falling off a ladder while changing a lightbulb”, or “X was a tragic victim of the terrible quake that struck…”? Hm?
Not if you listen to your pets. They know it’s coming.
Yep, earthquakes tell us they’re coming, we just don’t yet know how to listen. Talk about your Rosetta Stone…