My camera is broken so I’m short on pictures. I’ll post some random ones maybe in a bit. I’m going to New Orleans for Christmas tomorrow! Hopefully! It’s snowing like gangbusters right now! So maybe a little later than expected! Finishing my language core take home final! Attending the department curling event organized by my advisor in a bit! It’s a happy, white, sugar-fluff-coated day.
I think I may enjoy blizzards! I loved hurricanes as a kid. I think I may be an adrenaline junky though. I loved the anticipation of hurricanes. Sitting by the window, power out, flashlights ready, and this weird rushing windy rain outside… I’m looking forward to a whole new form of that excitement.
Speaking of adrenaline junkies, I found myself thinking about people with car crash fetishes this morning. I wonder if they actually exist, as is suggested by the 1996 feature film Crash. Intuitively, it makes sense, but it’s also the sort of thing I can see being straight rumor.
I saw a lot of people crash slowly and strangely in the snow this morning. (Okay… so two maybe doesn’t qualify as ‘a lot,’ but it’s two more slow-speed crashes than I’ve seen in the rest of my life, so I’m going to go ahead and stick with my original quantifier.) If car crash fetish people exist, I wonder if slow-speed car accidents do it for them, or if their excitement is correlated with speed.
I’m going to get a lot of traffic to this post for inclusion of the term ‘car crash fetish’, so if you’re someone with this fetish, I’d appreciate a quick e-mail to let me know your thoughts on this matter. Thank you.
