Shipwrecked & Comatose

(Per my desire to make sure I have one blog post every week) Last night I was watching a past Dr. Who episode on Netflix (wonder what we'll be doing with that service in the near future), and I started to geek out to the extreme. I thought of all of the times and places the Doctor visits.  I considered that maybe he should visit some already existing fantasy universes. The Doctor goes up against Darth Vader. The Doctor confronts Q. The Doctor tells off Zaphod Beeblebrox.  Daleks vs. Cylons. If just thinking about this wasn't geeky enough, I considered the large amounts of crossover fanfiction I could write.  Oh the slash potential!!! I could say I need a hobby, but I have hobbies.  I think my brain just needs to be restrained sometimes.  It goes places brains should never go. ********************************************************* It seems that only is the US are shorts considered socially acceptable streetwear for adults.  Even in the US shorts have thei

I never want to serve on a jury.  It's not that I'm one of those people who just doesn't want to be bothered.  In fact, I understand it's my duty and it's an important task to perform.  I believe in the system.  I would never tell deliberate lies to get out of jury duty.  I still don't want to serve on a jury. I don't want to serve on a jury because I can't stand the idea of someone's fate being in my hands that way.  I don't want to be responsible for an innocent person being locked away (or even killed) or a guilty person going free due to lack of evidence.  The idea that I could be responsible terrifies me. The jury in the Casey Anthony trial did what they were supposed to do.  They looked at the evidence and saw that it was insufficient for conviction.  The problem is that everyone "knows" she did it.  (I heard a funny joke from Michael Moore this morning saying that the jury was unnecessary since Nancy Grace convicted Anthony w