(I learned all my snow driving techniques on pole-position sytle curvy mountain roads with unguardrailed dropoffs.)

You want to see blind terror? Stick me on any road with a steep dropoff and no guardrails.

I'll be on the floor, thankyouverymuchandpleasepasstheValium

I guess when it comes down to it, it's which city you love. I'd rather be in danger (the Big One *is* coming) than bored.

I like anticipation. I can be in the same room with an unopened birthday present for WEEKS.

I like planning ahead. Even if I can't do shit. I can pretend.

Tornados get my lizard brain in a tizzy, though. I'm blaming it on my parents being midwesterners. Despite being next to a freight line for a while, sometimes the sound catches me wrong and the adrenaline hits. And I've only been in the vicinity of actual tornados twice thrice- forgot the local baby tornados, and only once close enough to hear the eerie call.

Huh. ita intrigued me with krav to the point that, as I was reading 100 posts or so, I had questions. That other people asked. And ita answered. This post? Not even needed anymore.

Thanks for the link, ita. I think I am going to check it out. Hoping someplace down here can work with a "no running" caveat as running leads to tendonitis flare-ups which lead to steroid shots in my hips and frankly I want to avoid those as much as possible. The needles are ginormous long and hurt like hell.

I like anticipation. I can be in the same room with an unopened birthday present for WEEKS.

This is so me.

I like planning ahead. Even if I can't do shit. I can pretend.

Yes, this too. Plus, I find a kind of comfort in the ritual of preparing. Buying jugs of drinking water, filling the bathtubs and buckets with extra water to flush the toliet and clean (we have always had wells, so no power means no water), setting out flashlights and battaries and candles. It may be an illusion, but it's comforting to me nonetheless.

However, I definitely have to defer to ita in terms of locale. New England almost never gets the really big hurricanes, and we do have a lot of higher ground and inland to flee to.

Kristin, you and my mom. Poor woman married a climber and an astronomer. She spent(spends) a lot of time Not Looking That Way.

But hey, she survived Machu Picchu last year. Though she avoided the trail up the peak that even freaked out my dad (and that she thought he fell off of for about 2 hours. He didn't. It was someone else he helped carry down. She greeted him, absolutely furious that he was upright and walking and how DARE he not be the broken one.)

So 24. Less than 4 hours in and Jack's breaking the law VERY publicly again. You'd think, given what's gone down the prior 3 years, that everybody would know his face by now. Heh.

Machu Picchu has ginormous dropoffs? That you have to navigate by car? Damn it. Cross that off my list, and I so wanted to see it.

Earthquakes. Fast, no stress beforehand and then you deal with the aftermath. Plus it is cool to think of the earth just twitching like that.

Um, I grew up on the San Andreas. I'm good with the earthquakes.

Plus it is cool to think of the earth just twitching like that.

No, really, it's not.