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Apparently, none of my old ethical standards apply, because I just spent two hours half-watching the weakest link and fear factor - and the latter definitely qualifies as reality television.
And I might watch it again. I dunno.
Well, I'm still aware of the sheer stupidity of it all - fuck, at least the survivor people got a million out of the deal, and serious publicity. These people only get fifty thousand, they're unmemorable, and it involves things like sitting in a pit of rats for four minutes and climbing around a wet car hundreds of feet above ground and shit like that.
People with priorities so clearly out of whack frighten me a bit, but then, I suppose it's all a matter of perspective anyway.
My birthday is tomorrow, and I could care less. This is sad. Mostly, I'm just thinking that it's Monday and I have to go to work and I'm really just not looking forward to it.
Blah.
And I might watch it again. I dunno.
Well, I'm still aware of the sheer stupidity of it all - fuck, at least the survivor people got a million out of the deal, and serious publicity. These people only get fifty thousand, they're unmemorable, and it involves things like sitting in a pit of rats for four minutes and climbing around a wet car hundreds of feet above ground and shit like that.
People with priorities so clearly out of whack frighten me a bit, but then, I suppose it's all a matter of perspective anyway.
My birthday is tomorrow, and I could care less. This is sad. Mostly, I'm just thinking that it's Monday and I have to go to work and I'm really just not looking forward to it.
Blah.