Misty and I watched four back-to-back episodes of "The Real World: San Diego" last night. I hate to admit it, but yet another reality TV show has sucked me in. The appeal of such shows, for me, has always been the fun in loathing the characters. This time though, I get the bonus of seeing places like the Star of India ship, Balboa Park's reflecting pool, the U.S.S. Midway, and the San Diego Convention Center and exclaiming, "Hey, I've been there!" What a thrill.
With "Real World," "The Apprentice," and probably "Survivor: All-Stars," my lineup of reality programming has become embarassing. In fact, I usually don't watch this much televison, total. I know I'm watching crap, but I just can't help it.
Oh, how I long for March 7.