New England Winter

Okay, I give up.  Its only been a couple of weeks, but I'm going to say it.  New England winter is worse than Iceland's ever were.  I don't really understand why this is.  When I think back on winter in Iceland there seems to have been quite a lot of sleet, lots of wind, occasional snow, and snow and ice would last forever, because there was never enough heat and sun to melt it.  Eventually it would rain and wash away the snow.  I did three and a half winters in Iceland, its not like I'm talking a couple weeks here.  I know what its like.
I walked to work in everything but the worse snowstorms when I had wonderful friends who picked me up and gave me a ride.  The night before I left Iceland I had a sleet storm blown full on directly in my face for 10 minutes and I just thought 'Awww, its Iceland's way of saying goodbye.' Seriously, I thought it was sweet and my face was nicely exfoliated.
Now, I've either become soft, or this is worse.  It sucks. And its only been a few weeks.  November, December, nothing.  Little chilly sometimes but I like it when its cold, dry, crisp.  As soon as it gets wet or windy, not so much.

I'm not usually paranoid

In fact, I would say that I'm very laid-back and chill.  Lacking the energy or dedication for hypervigilance I tend to have a little bit of a 'Shit Happens' attitude towards crime.  I'll make little adjustments to my life to avoid dangerous situations, but I'm going to accept that the reality is most of it is random, and as long as I don't make myself a sitting duck, I'll just have to accept it as part of the way things go if something bad happens to me.  After all, the only time I've been robbed was when someone broke in in Iceland, which at the time at least, had a crime rate, of ohhhh, as close to 0 as you can get.  (Read about some strange happenings of late with people getting punched in the face so hard they're in critical condition, but I will say that chances are both men were very drunk, and thus willingly and knowingly increasing their risk of becoming criminals and/or victims).  I lived in New York City, Brooklyn, Atlanta, D.C., no witnessing or personal knowledge of crimes.  Go figure.

Where was I? Oh paranoia.  I generally laugh at the conspiracy theorist, have shook my head at the government is out to get us folks, and I've shrugged at the internet privacy folks.  Aside from banks and shopping sites (which have quite a lot to lose if their security systems are hacked), for which I use separate iterations on passwords than I use for any other sites, I enter no personal information aside from my e-mail address (well, one of 7, I didn't do that on purpose), and thanks to my job, if you google my name you don't even have to click on the webpage, my e-mail address is right there.  So, that cat is out of the bag.

Two things have changed me very recently.

I tried

I tried.
I thought, you're just being boring and repetitive.  And you sound like a fangirl.  And I criticized myself in several other ways.
And I think the result was that I stopped writing anything at all.  That was kind of dumb.
If my brain is totally obsessed with 2 people and a football team, so be it.
And today, of all days, I cannot not write about two of my obsessions, the Patriots and Chris Colfer.

Dangers of Reading Internet Comments

I know I haven't written anything in ages.  I got all neurotic about it, so let's just leave it at that and move on, yeah?
Oh, that seems to be a new, well, style of my typing.  I don't think I say it.  At least I haven't noticed.  But in e-mails and stuff, I add ',yeah?' to all kinds of statements.  Where the hell did that come from?
Oh, point, right.  The title.

So, here's the background.  I read quite a lot of stuff on the internet.  Like, a lot of news stories, and a lot of things that might be considered to pass for news, but really aren't.  They might show up in Google News, but you know they're meaningless crap.  I read insignificant news.  I read less about significant news for some reason.  If there are like 1000 articles about it, I read the headline and a sentence.  No, I spend my time going after like everything ever written about the Patriots (at least since their last game), everything about Tim Minchin I can possibly find (my Idol, swoon).  I check out other NFL stuff now the playoffs are here, I look at movie reviews.  Even for movies that there is absolutely no chance in hell I will ever see (The Dilemma, although if I had an exact amount of screentime for Channing Tatum and it was sufficient I could be convinced.  However, I know absolutely no one who would want to convince me to see that.)  I read NYTimes columnists. Lately I've been rather hypervigilant about the weather with the whole blizzard thing.  And I inevitably end up on People or some other even worse crap because some little thing about a celebrity I like shows up (partly this is because of awards season, but realistically I'd land on them anyway).  As you can surely see, this is colossal waste of time.