Sometimes I get hella depressed thinking about the amount of time I spend geeking out over Battlestar when there is suffering I could alleviate. What kind of man spends an hour talking about the final five over gravy fries when there are homeless children eating out of dumpsters in his city?

Am I alone in this, or is there a geek-man’s burden that overtakes your thoughts late at night? What do you do when those grim thoughts come a-callin’?

Because my question strikes me as too serious: “Heh. He said eating out.”