The solution to many an existential crisis.

Today's Cat and Girl is funny.

Now that I watch Lost, I'm concerned about my survival skills, or lack thereof. Therefore, I think this Wired guide to using a wristwatch as a compass could come in handy. I shall memorize it.

Seriously. I've had this conversation with a couple different people, and the consensus seems to be: come a plane crash, or any kind of disaster actually, we're (me, and most of my friends) the first to get eaten when everyone gets hungry. I'd be like, "No, I can't help sew up your polar bear wound... but do you want me to build you a website? I bet the domain name 'www.strandedontheweirdestislandever.com' is still available! Or analyze some literature for you? Any takers?"

EATEN!

The only one of my friends to survive such a purge would be Courtney, because she's a paramedic (or possibly an EMT). I will need her to say things like, "The useless Jocelyn is under my protection."

And I'll refuse to teach them the watch-as-compass trick, so as to make myself indispensable. *Surreptitiously look at watch* "Hmmm, I sense that south is that way..."