A table of traffic fatalities in each state, ordered by per-capita rate. Stats are from 2002 - the most recent I found on google. Note the state with the lowest per-capita fatalities. I'll give you a hint - state flower: Mayflower!

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yay?

That's kind of my response, Nora. I've never been to a live professional basketball game before, and I've rarely if ever watched a whole game all teh way through on tv. But I'm willing to believe it will be fun.

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A table of traffic fatalities in each state, ordered by per-capita rate.

I'm curious how MA would fare if it was fender-benders per-capita.

I'm sad - most of the New England states are near the bottom, and all are at least in the bottom half, except for Maine.

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Also, the Wiggles songs will now be permanently in your brain. Try not to fight it too much.

This is true, you know. And then you may find yourself conflating earwormable pop with the children's songs. Today's first adventure in music involved me not being able to stop mixing the music of the Bob the Builder theme song, with the lyrics of Baby, You Can Drive My Car.

Drive my car babe, can you do it?
Drive my car babe, yes you can!

The second involved singing "Stomp, stomp, stomp. Doing the Yeti stomp," from The Backyardigans, and then sliding in a few notes of INXS's Need You Tonight, and tacking the "You're one of my kind" onto the end. I think I need medicating.

I don't think of Boston drivers as mean, so much as that it's a continuation of New England reserve. Maybe we were talking about the reserve in Bitches rather than here, yesterday, but it's sort of like how we don't say "hi" to complete strangers, or smile at them, or whatever. Our personal bubbles are huge. We see you trying to get into our lane, and we think, "Boy, that guy is going to have a hard time. I'll get out of his way," as we zoom past.

I have made grown men gasp in fear, as they've watched me walk across Boston streets, even other Bostonians. But damn baby, life is short. You look the approaching drivers right in the eye and just walk.

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I lived on the 4th floor of Shelton in my junior year

Teeny world! Freshman year I ended up with a triple to myself due to one roommate finding a boyfriend at BC and the other getting kicked out of the dorms because of excessive drug dealing. It rocked. I'm now best friends with one of the people who was placed in my room there sophmore year.

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I've never been to a live professional basketball game before, and I've rarely if ever watched a whole game all teh way through on tv. But I'm willing to believe it will be fun.

-t, I love going to live basketball almost as much as I'm bored by the televised event. The squeak of the shoes, the grace of the players, watching people who are courtside.... All of it is a LOT of fun. (Not as fun as hockey, but hey.) Have fun tonight!

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Freshman year I ended up with a triple to myself

Yeah, Myles was great because the way it was set up, if you had a room there for a year you could get a single in a suite the next year at the very least. They also had a few solo single rooms (which I never had). Senior year I lived in a room on the point (the buiding being a flatiron style former hotel).

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Hornets' game, -t? If nothing else, people should be amusingly drunk and slightly bitter.

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Thanks, juliana, that's what I'm hoping for.

Yes, Dana, Hornets. I only found out a couple of days ago how very very bad their record is. And we're playing the Suns, so, no real prospect of a win. But amusingly drunk bitter fans I will be on the lookout for :-)

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Color me unsurprised NM is way up there. Between the alcohol, idiots, mountains and vast stretches you can go really fast and fall asleep, I'm almost surprised it isn't higher.

I hate being annoyed at my officemate. But when he doesn't document and I end up duplicating his work, it makes us all look bad. Or when he doesn't document and doesn't do anything, we all look bad. I've yelled at him for this and yet....he keeps doing it.

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