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.

Every so often I get struck with the " squishy filling in a really thin metal creampuff hurtling around at 75 mph" about driving, but it isn't fear, just....who thought this was a good idea? It's really quite ridiculous. Think about how many decisions you constantly have to be making, actions you are coordinating as the squishy filling in your flimsy creampuff?!!!

Flying doesn't really really ping me either, though I do get a little tense at landings. Turbulence in flight just relieves the boredom.

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??

Seriously. Did everyone living here move from somewhere south of Maryland in the last year? Or suffer from a mass memory wipe? I'm a bit disappointed in my fellow supposedly hearty New Englanders.

The weekend blizzard will make things mighty interesting for the Pats game on Sunday, though.

Being in a car is much more likely to make me nervous than being in a plane, because I do it so little, and the things that could go wrong are RIGHT THERE! I always feel like someone's about to drive into us, or we're about to drive into something. Note: I am never the driver.

I just realized, I've been driving more than half my life.

I've been driving more than half my life.

And you're still not there yet?