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To: Reality TV; Re: I Surrender

Ok, I get it.
After years of badmouthing and just plain bashing reality TV over the head, I have finally given up and said "uncle".
I now watch and love several reality TV shows.
Now none of these are like Survivor, Big Brother or Deal or No Deal. But not sure how much better they actually are.
First up, Hell's Kitchen. Granted any show that is about cooking has a head start, but this is so trumped up with added instant flashbacks and sound effects...sigh. But I love me some Gordon Ramsay and watching him scream at these useless wannabe chefs is entertaining.
Second, Rockstar:Supernova. A friend turned me on to this and I have been watching it for the past few weeks. It's like American Idol, if American Idol had the rights to good songs for the contestants and if the contestants had real talent. And having Tommy Lee just make random sexist comments is always a plus.
Third, Project Runway. This show is probably the best of the bunch. Again, contestants who must have talent and challenges that are actually challenging, not along the lines of how many earthworms can you cram up your nose in five minutes challenging either. Plus PR has Tim Gunn, probably the best mentor I've come across.
Finally, the creme de la creme of the bunch, My Fair Brady. This show is unabashed garbage. It knows it's cheesy crap and makes no bones about it. I got stuck on this one after seeing a bit of the Surreal Life that Adrian Curry and Chris Knight were on. It's addictive like crack. I cannot say anything more.

So there you have it. On top of the good, quality TV shows I watch, I have added in these assorted gems.
Damn you reality TV. Damn you all to hell.

Social Again

After years of feeling in hibernation, I've finally started being social again.
With three parties in 2 weeks, I feel like there's been a break in the depressive downward slope of my life.
Last night I hosted a goodbye party for one of my coworkers. Godbless her, she's off to Philly to learn how to be a lawyer. I mean, if there's one thing this country needs, it's more lawyers. Of course one of my brothers is currently studying to join the ranks of that illustrious profession, so I really don't hate all lawyers and my now ex-coworker is a really groovy person. For crying out loud, she's as obessesed with Snakes on a Plane as I am.
It's motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking plane.
I'm really enjoying this onslaught of activity, though damn is it tiring. Must ease back into the alcohol as well as the socializing; going full throttle on both is going to do damage to this soon to be 30 year old.
And I learned a valuable lesson last night at around 2 am: do not, under any circumstances and no matter what sort of good idea it might seem at the time, drink absinthe.
That shite will fuck you up ten ways till Tuesday in about 5 seconds.