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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The major reason I don't drive is my fear of being at fault in a car accident that kills or seriously injures someone, but leaves me alive and unharmed.
I have some irrational-level tummy qualms of flying sometimes, but I then tote up the people I know (of) who have died in plane crashes (two, my friend's grandparents, in Bali in the late 1970s) versus the people I know of who have died in car crashes (many), and there's no contest.
I have clean laundry sitting in a basket in my basement for over a week, waiting to be folded.
hey, at least yours is in the basket. Mine is still in the dryer.
I forget what finally happened with that plane. I know they were trying to fix it and that it crashed into the ocean into little bitty pieces, but that's it.
They were unable to trim the horizontal stabilizer. (Not really a big deal in itself.) They flew around for a bit trying to fix it (20-30 minutes?) and then the thing that trims the horizontal stabilizer (a jack screw) just broke due to poor maintenance, and the stabilizer went into a position where it was impossible for the plane to continue in controlled flight. The plane dove down to the sea and crashed.
my fear of being at fault in a car accident that kills or seriously injures someone, but leaves me alive and unharmed
That is also very large. The craven side of me would like to be dead in that situation.
my fear of being at fault in a car accident that kills or seriously injures someone, but leaves me alive and unharmed
Oh yes. I'm not even sure I could deal with it if I weren't the person at fault, especially if the person injured/killed was also not at fault.
I cannot believe all the various nominations that the Starter Wife has been getting. It was really not that good.
So far I've never had a crew member so much as look askance at me, so maybe I'm not the only one who does something like that.
I always pat the skin as I enter, for much the same reason. My only fear of flying in jets is of puking in mid-air (thank you SO much, inner ear), but I like thanking the machine in advance for getting me where I need to go in one piece. I pat my motorcycle in much the same fashion before every ride.
What really scares me is single-engine plane flying, because I do know people who have died in crashes. And yes, I know the planes are designed to stay up as long as possible, even without fuel, but they still freak me right the fuck out. Plus, the smell.
I'm not even sure I could deal with it if I weren't the person at fault, especially if the person injured/killed was also not at fault.
Part of me screams at every careless motorcyclist for just this reason. So vulnerable!
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Goal: To create a casserole that concentrates the fresh, simple flavors of summer vegetables.
VEGETABLE GRATIN
Serves 6
The success of this recipe depends on good-quality produce.
Sure, Cook's Illustrated. I'll get right on that.
I'm not entirely sure how I'm not destroying the world right now.
Part of me screams at every careless motorcyclist for just this reason. So vulnerable!
My big fear is being first in line at a stop light where there are pedestrians and being hit from behind.
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