Tonight I experienced the third quake since moving to the US; the fourth if you count one that I slept through. This was fairly small, 3.9, but with its epicenter close to our house, so it felt more intense than the others. It struck whilst I was watching Goodbye Lenin on DVD; my glass of wine did not spill and nothing fell off any shelves.
You know what that leads to
In Sanity Found’s recent post she made mention of a few oddly named places in the UK. However, there are a pair of German towns and one in Austria that are laid out on a route that takes about three hours to drive. Most people though make the journey rather more quickly, as it goes from Kissing to Petting to Fucking
