Reason 106

Safe harbor. I don't know if you've noticed, Jason, but Mother Nature seems a tad pissed off lately. Between massive wind storms on the east coast, neverending snow fall in the middle of the country, and frequent mud slides and wild fires in your neck of the woods, one can almost hear the clip-clopping of the Four Horsemen bearing down on us. Just today, in fact, there was an earthquake a few miles outside of L.A. The one part of the country that has been relatively untouched by nature's wrath is the great Northwest. Perhaps our obsessive-compulsive recycling efforts and infatuation with local farming have granted us a respite from the universe's perverse punishment of the good ol' U.S. of A. Jason, you are more than welcome to crash at my place the next time the Hollywood Hills are under siege by wind, rain, fire or maniacal publicity agents. The weather in Seattle is almost always pleasant (don't believe those pesky rumors about the rain), and even if the world is about to end we can hole up in my condo acting out scenes from different Muppet movies and gorging ourselves on homemade chocolate chip cookies. Not a bad way to go, if you ask me.