In sum: people who like control fear flying and like driving; people who like to not be responsible like flying and fear driving. Interesting.

I'm not sure if I don't "like" control, but I realize that random death can always get you no matter where you are or what you're doing. Sure, the odds vary, but you're never 100% safe, whether you are in control or not.

Oops, didn't want to turn into a rant....

Huh, Boston just declared a snow emergency, so we're getting to leave at 1:30. I can only assume Salem will do the same. Thank doG I can park in the landlord's driveway during those. I had kinda planned on going to a movie after work, but I guess not.

Trains are my favorite.

Me too! Then I put on my engineer's hat and start going, "Chugga-chugga chugga-chugga chugga chugga. Woooo-whoooooo!"

OK, I don't do that. But some day I'd love to try. Plus then I'd be guaranteed an empty seat near me.

I was going to come in and say something about the wintry mix, but msbelle did it so much better.

AND the guy gave me the wrong sandwich! BAH.

I figure that commercial pilots are at least as well regulated (hopefully dramatically better) than registered drivers, not to mention air traffic control, etc, etc.

While I have confidence in my own driving skills, I don't want to remotely be responsible for death or injury of another person.

Assuming the pilot of the plane is probably a better pilot than I am a driver and most certainly a better pilot than the other motorists are drivers (because I'm haughty like that) plays into my sensation that flying's safer--which is different from my fear of causing injury or harm.

Also, I mean, Christmas is not that major a Christian holiday! Go fight a frelling war on Easter, would you?

Right? Let's see, what are we celebrating? The anniversary of -- no, wait, that probably happened in Spring. And why is it in December? Well, because everyone has a winter holiday. So what are we celebrating? We should just say, "Happy animal fear that the sun will never come up again and attempts to propitiate the gods to make it warmer!" But I'll go with holidays, I suppose.

Somerville unhelpfully declared a snow emergency this morning (rather than last night), set to begin at 10am today, 2 hours before the snow was supposed to start. If they think this is the snowpocalypse, what are they going to do for Saturday's blizzard??

Flying scares the pants off of me. I don't like it one bit, and have only done it, umm. I dunno, half a dozen times? Like bicycles, it's something I started late and never got used to. (My first serious plane ride, I was almost 17. Then I rode another one the next year, and then didn't get near a plane until 2002 for the F2F. All plane rides taken as an adult paying my own way have been Buffista-related.)

The Alaska crash killed someone who worked in the building next to mine, and I think also two people on Main Campus. It was just creepy.

Assuming the pilot of the plane is probably a better pilot than I am a driver and most certainly a better pilot than the other motorists are drivers (because I'm haughty like that) plays into my sensation that flying's safer--which is different from my fear of causing injury or harm.

Uh-huh.

I like flying. I think I do it just enough to enjoy the novelty and not enough to be irritated by the crap behind it. (1-3 times a year.) I also find comfort in knowing that plane crashes are relatively rare, so I don't mind a little turbulence.

However, even though I have my driver's license, I would freak if I had to get behind the wheel of a car. I have always blamed my fear of driving on getting my license when I was in my late 20's and more aware of cars are potential killing machines. Maybe if I had got my license when I was 16, I wouldn't be so freaked by driving a car.