Let it snow...

I love snow. I could probably count the times I've seen it in my life on one hand, and the times I've played in it on one finger. I imagine it gets really old really fast if you have to be around it all the time (especially if you're in Keegan's crappy situation...sympathies, mate. eek), but it's terribly Romantic-sounding (big R, not little r) for we southwestern folk. No matter what college I decide to attend, I'll be in a snowy area (the only school I applied to that wasn't on the east coast was Stanford, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't go there) and I'll be the first one out on the nearest stretch of fresh snow making snow angels and snow non-gender-specific persons. And participating in violent, bloody snowfights. And building snow forts on a Calvin-and-Hobbes-like scale.

Poll question: Would you rather have the ability to fly or to teleport? Explain why.

(If you choose teleport, dont' justify it by saying, "If I wanted to fly, I could just teleport instantaneously from one spot to a spot very close to it, so if I just did that a lot it would be like stop-motion animation flying and I'd have both." That's just a cop out.)