Resurrecting the Blog

I'm not sure you can resurrect something that's been dead since August of last year and only ever had two posts, one of which has now been deleted, but let's try. I think I'll give it a new template, even.

So what am I thinking about today? What I thought about often during the summer: baseball. I've been keeping more than an eye on the World Series, although I certainly am not going to stay up past one in the morning to watch a Red Sox vs. Indians game like I would a Mets vs. anyone game. I was talking to Jackie's dad yesterday, and we got to the topic of using instant replays when trying to make umpiring calls. SNY has the usually fantastic practice of replaying and replaying and replaying again when there's an uncertain play. Sometimes they decide the umpire made the right call, sometimes they don't. It takes 5-8 minutes, however. The game yesterday took over 4 and a half hours--imagine adding 5 minutes for the umpires to consult an instant replay even once per inning. That's an extra 45 minutes for a regular, 9-inning game; for the 11-inning game yesterday that would've been almost an hour. So the question is: what's more important, accuracy of calls or the length of the game?

I feel like most people (and teams) would rather have the game time shortened--unless it's a deadly important playoff, championship, or World Series game and all calls are likewise deadly important. So maybe yes for tie-breakers or post-season games, but no during the regular season?

On another note, my new favorite show was excellent last night. Torchwood just continues to get better and better. It was absolutely the scariest hour of television I have ever seen, even surpassing the Doctor Who episode "Blink." It's like they took all the things that terrify me about horror movies (creepy villages, random moving shapes, noises, the woods, the dark) and combined them all into 45 minutes of pure terror. I think it would've been less scary if last week hadn't also been kind of scary. Never follow up a scary episode with a scarier one.

I was listening to Vanessa Carlton's new album, and in the song "Come Undone," she sings the line, "There are people in this life that we should never meet." I think that's an absolutely fascinating concept. I've been trying to think how I can work that into a fanfic or a fic and I haven't figured it out, but I think that's the story of the people in Jack Harkness' life. If Gwen hadn't met him, she would be way happier and probably have a baby instead of an affair and horrible uncertainty about the world in general (but then she would be stuck in her humdrum life). Suzie might still be alive. Ianto would probably be happier. And then there's Jack himself--I wonder if he ever thinks, if I hadn't met the Doctor and Rose, I wouldn't have to miss them, wouldn't have to miss what we had, wouldn't have ever had to be a better person. They made him better, I think.

I also think they were totally a threesome, which I have no issue with. Just for them. Off-topic.

Anyway, last thoughts:

Gotham Girls travel team? Made of win!!!
Zelda: The Phantom Hourglass? Also made of win!!!
If you want to find out what the heck Torchwood is? Best site I've found.