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I just watched The Imitation Game last night. I have a thing for Nazi-defeating movies, I have a little crush on Graham Moore after his acceptance speech, and I am truly, madly, deeply in love with youtubeonfire.com for providing it to me for free. If you don't know, the plot centers around Alan Turing who created a computer, primitive by today's standard, that could find the settings for Germany's unbreakable Enigma machine allowing the allied forces to win crucial battles. Historians estimate that breaking this code ultimately ended the war two years earlier and save about 14 million lives.

But in order to keep Germany from figuring out that their precious code had been broken, Turing and his team had to calculate what is referred to in the movie as blood-soaked calculus. Whereas they could not defend every attack. Some they had to sit by and watch happen. They were literally deciding who lived and who died-playing god. Can you imagine? For someone like me who gets almost frozen with obsession about choices this just seems impossible. I get upset for weeks if I choose the wrong entree at a restaurant and end up with dry chicken. These guys, for years, had to decide which Nazi invasion to prevent and which to allow. I wonder how much sleep they got for the rest of their lives.

The film has me thinking about choices. We all had these dilemmas posed to us in school. Ya know. The whole lifeboat ethics thing. But now that I am all grown up. The choices keep getting harder and harder. I might have to go Viking. They think no matter what you do your fate is already decided. Takes the pressure off. But they were crappy to women and performed human sacrifices. It's always something.

P.S. FYI Alan Turing was gay. I love the irony that Hitler was brought down by a mo. Pink triangle that douche bag.