Kidnapped Jericho DNA

I swore I wouldn’t get involved with any new TV shows this season, because my show load last season was ridiculous, especially in combination with my Netflixing and heavy freelancing schedule. But already I’ve broken my vow on three occasions. I confess to checking out the premiere of that new CBS sitcom The Class, simply because the premise seemed kinda interesting), and last night I watched the premieres of Jericho (whoah! CBS twice in one week! Unthinkable!) and Kidnapped. I watched the latter because I heart Billy Chenowith (er…Jeremy Sisto); I swooned with delight over the latter because I love me some nuclear war drama, y’all!! It was billed as “Everwood meets The Day After,” to which I cheered, “Rock on!” Sounds like my dream show! The only thing that could’ve topped it would’ve been if the show had been billed as “90210 meets The Day After.” Beautiful, disaffected Southern California teens facing a nuclear holocaust? SIGN ME UP!

I enjoyed both Kidnapped and Jericho, and I’ll be tuning into both again next week. Damn me.

Last night I also received a DNA collection kit from Johns Hopkins. A while back I enrolled in a genetic epidemiology of craniosynostosis study; now I need to furnish them with medical records, signed consent forms, photographs, and a sample of my DNA. My parents and sister will provide DNA as well. I’m excited about the whole thing and hope they share their findings with me, whether they figure out what caused my craniosynostosis or not. Also, it would be hot if, after I return all this stuff to Johns Hopkins, the study leader phones me and said, “Um, Ms. Boyer? According to the DNA sample you provided, YOU’RE NOT HUMAN.”



song heard most recently before posting: Ordinary World—Duran Duran