I lived in LA for about 2 years, and San Diego for the last 4, and have felt quite number. The scariest one was in the desert in 99, and it hit the edge of the Pasadena, CA, area where I was living. Knocked my guitars over, my books off my shelf and broke a window. SCared the piss out of me. In 2002 in the school dorms here in San Diego we had one that made the whole building rock. Eeryone grabbed the wall and got quiet. That one was fun though.