Right, so I'll go ahead and admit that I'm watching Fox's Temptation Island. I didn't think I was the type. I tried to stay away. Really, I did. Reality TV has just never done it for me, and there are only so many hours in a day. My morbid fascination with Jerry Springer was extremely fleeting. I didn't see Survivor, and Big Brother bored me. Still, though, here I am, in front of the telly, watching what is probably the...and I honestly don't know which word to use...because I'm both fascinated and...hell, I'm fascinated. I'd like to take the moral high ground and say that this is garbage. It probably is. I just...can't...stop...watching. And the worst thing...maybe the best thing, but-- no, I gotta say it's the worst thing...it will go downhill from here on. I'm not talking about this show -- Tempation Island's gonna seem tame in a few years from now. It's gonna seem innocent. We're gonna look back on it and say, hey, that's what got everybody so fired up? 'cause I just don't think there's any way back now. People will want more, whatever "more" promises to be...whatever these executives and producers decide is profitable enough. And that's pretty damn scary.

In the meantime, I'll sit back, put my legs up, and "enjoy" this shite -- extremely well put-together, deviously constructed and brilliantly produced shite...but still shite.

Oh, and yesterday's postings have been edited for language...common four-letter references to bodily functions anyone? Boy, that's a familiar phrase.  ¶ 00:04