. . . it was the only way he could stop himself from damaging his good name any further.

That line always made me so sad. Sure hope I never get there.

But it occured to me tonight as I treated most of the Survivor finale as radio while I made dinner, watered the plants and blah blah blah.

Remember when this was a great show? A huge pop culture phenom, and a fascinating psychological experiment? That first season was just one of the most brilliant things ever devised for television. Just blew me away.

Who's ever going to remember that now? It's just this tired old show running through the exact same motions.

Not sure why I still watch, except it's hard not to hope. I usually end up watching it around Saturday or Sunday morning, over breakfast or lunch or something, when all the better shows for the week are expended. Sure wasn't about to sit through three hours of it tonight. Watched about five minutes of the reunion tonight. Who cares?

I used to.

Well, reality TV had a great run. A handful of really interesting shows, along with all those reams of dog crap. And there are still a few gems out there. I still enjoy the Apprentice, and watched the opening of Project Runway's second season over lunch today--that show is something to behold. Even for a homo without my fag licence. I don't get fashion, I've never been into fashion, but this show is really interesting. No time to analyze why, and plenty of people have already done it, but I loved the first season, and already hooked again.