I will never be a 900-year-old Time Lord
Oh, the nature of a futile dream.
Nor will David Tennant or Matt Smith - sorry, I mean "The Doctor"
Ever love me like he loved Rose or Sara Jane.
It's a typical Sunday, and I'm browsing news websites for anything noteworthy. That's when I see the ad. Two scantily clad women holding up dead, skinned rabbits with the slogan, "Here's the rest of your fur coat" printed underneath it.
On Nov. 11, 1918 at 11:00, the guns of World War I fell silent. This moment marked the end of the first great war of the 20th century. It wasn't the longest, but it was one of the bloodiest and most brutal. At the time, its inhumanity was legendary. Millions of young men marched off to war; the casualties numbered in the hundreds of thousands. Entire cities were reduced to rubble as the armies of Europe beat each other to bloody ruin.
It's 2010. We live in an era congested with Facebook, instant text messaging and on-demand Internet. I know many students spend more class time checking their friend's Facebook wall or watching "The Office" on Hulu.com than paying attention to their professors. In a technologically-savvy world, this trend is only increasing.
One of the hot-button issues for the last few elections has been the legalization of marijuana, especially in California. The state already has a law allowing the use of medical marijuana. If Proposition 19 would have passed it would have allowed for the legal use of pot under recreational circumstances. Fifty-three percent of the electorate voted against the proposition.
Another election has come and gone. Once again, in our biannual celebration of democracy and
freedom, the American people have gone to the polls and exercised their rights to choose their
representatives, mayors, governors and senators. Across the nation, millions of people went to
their respective voting booths and voted to either throw the bums out or let them stay.
It seems that these days nothing is sacred. Anyone who's viewed MTV's hit show "Jersey
Shore" can tell you that. After near constant badgering from my cousins, I turned on that show.
After about five minutes it felt like my brain was melting out of my ears.
Halloween is less than a week away now. Every time I turn on the TV, a ghost hunting show or a horror movie is on. All the haunted houses are hitting their strides, and spooky costumes and decorations greet me every time I walk into a department store.