Welcome, Me! Now ending radio silence...

This may very well be my first attempt at a frequently and continuously updated blog (I suppose it all really depends on if I manage to follow through). As to format and content it's difficult to say what my goal is here. Right now it's just something to pass the time while I whittle away the hours at my new job. Allow me to clarify: I began a new job in San Francisco a couple of weeks ago working at an online news magazine (I won't specify which at this point). I might add that this is more on the technical front and has nothing to do with creative content of the site. That being said I have a very limited knowledge as to what exactly it is I should be doing all day long. My direct supervisor works from home, leaving me at the office with no real clear direction/training on what tasks I should be accomplishing and how to execute them when they do arise. I understand it's the last quarter of the year and as such it is a very busy time so I'm hoping upon the beginning of next year I'll be filled in a little more as to how to actually do this job, but in the meantime I'll sit back and soak up this coveted work-place scenario.
On a more personal note, I'll be flying home to the midwest for the holidays. It's been over a year since I've been there and I am looking forward to seeing friends and family. Unfortunately this will require me to do what most people are capable of doing without blinking an eye... air travel. Dread, hate, scorn!!! For some reason I have an irrational fear and an extreme amount of anxiety associated with being in an aeroplane. I suppose most of it boils down to burdensome levels of discomfort that one is suscepted to, but I have to admit there are underlying socially engrained nightmares and unmitigated cowardice intertwined to justify my feelings.
Now I'm sure that had I been alive before the existence of such efficient transcontinental wayfaring came to be I would be one of the first to herald it's arrival. But had the father's of flight known how perverse the commericialization of this supposedly luxurious realization would become I believe the Wright Brothers would have abandoned all hope and promptly set the Wright Flyer I ablaze and left the remains as well as all conversations of said abhorrent incidence in Kitty Hawk, NC.
Here is a short list of gripes I have with flying:

• $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$, that one's a no brainer but still a legitimate complaint
• being stuck in a metal tube with recycled air a mile high above the earth with strangers
• people unapologetically coughing and hacking in my face as if it will assist them in clearing the phlegm from their sour lungs
• although statistically, experiencing a plane crash is far less likely than being in a car crash I have no control of the airplane as I would a car not to mention people walk away from auto accidents all the time - how many people do you see walking away from plane crashes, answer: not many

I could go on and on with this list, but I really didn't intend to go on such a long tirade about my hatred of flight. I suppose if I were on a private jet things might be a little different. Needless to say if there were a lobby for the acceleration of teleportation I would be one of the first at the table my friends. I mean it's 2010 already, let's get this show on the road!!!!!!