One Man's Window

I've noticed a trend in my televisual indulgences recently. I mean, I don't have cable, so I'm not at the mercy of TV peoples who decide what my choices are before I further filter them down. I rely on my interwebs for entertainment (mind out of the gutter, folks). I've signed up to Netflix, for example, as one source of TV programming. And the recent viewing category there tells it's own story. I like my comedies. More than that, I love my comedies. To the exclusion of almost all other genres. What's mine is blatantly obvious to see - Top Gear, Red Dwarf, Family Guy, My Name is Earl to name just a few. My trip to Ireland last year yielded 4 DVDs that I bought myself - three seasons of the Inbetweeners and the classic British comedy, Withnail and I. You see, I don't usually go in for Dramas. Sure, I'll sit through an episode of something if Leigh-Ann wants to give it a go, but unless it grabs my interest quickly - Sherlock, Deadwood, Justified, Rome -

Okay, seriously. I can't believe that this story even exists, but it does. And it is just so outrageously ridiculous that I felt I had to resurrect this blog to rant about it. There's no easy way for me to write this and not have you think I've lost whatever marbles I had left, so I'm just going to post the link (to the BBC website, I may add) and let you find out for yourselves. Human Rights For Dolphins So, there you have it. Scientists are now claiming that Dolphins and Killer Whales are self-aware, and that they deserve to be recognized as "persons". There is, apparently, a movement seeking support for a "Declaration of Rights for Cetaceans". Yeah . . . Before this rant descends into either A) me mocking this concept mercilessly or B) any readers I may have had accuse me of eating dolphins or C) A followed by B, let me state plainly that I do not eat Dolphin meat. I don't like the texture. But more importantly, if this were to gain t