I hate Cliffhangers

Like most of the rest of America, I have been really enjoying watching So You Think You Can Dance. I too think I can dance, but unlike so many who auditioned, I have sense enough to realize that I am delusional. Instead I will settle for Thinking I Can Watch Dance.

That however may or may not prove to be true.

I absolutely loved the first audition show two weeks ago. It was filled with emotion and watching talented people doing what they love and having people validate that. Well it left me in awe. I love, love, loved it.

It made me wish that there was something in my life that I am that passionate about and talented at. I don't suppose there will ever be a TV show called "So You Think You Can Stalk the BYU Football Team". SYTYCSTBFT. Probably not. But, ff there ever is, I am sure to be a shoe in.

But I have to say that tonight, as I watched so many of my favorites from the audition cities, get cut, I felt dismayed. Why did they do that to me and my emotional frailness? Why did they get me to like these people and care for and about them and then kick them to the curb just like that?

Of course I will still watch the show. And some of my favorites are still in the competition. But why did they rip my heart out and stomp on it?

And then they are going to make me wait all the way until tomorrow night before I find out who makes the top 20. What the what. Are you kidding me?

I am not a patient person. I want to know now. I am so not impressed. But I will still watch the show anyway. I am a sucker like that.

P.S. I can not beleive that Brandon won Make Me a Super Model. Again I say, What the What? I so wanted it to be Jonathon. And I don't get it. Sometimes I think these shows just choose the person who is least likely to win, just for the shock value. Oh well, at least that means the Top Chef will start next week. Hope it will be good, even if it is a Masters version.

Reality Check

In honor of the finale of Top Design tonight, I have decided to ramble on a bit about reality TV. I once heard Sis. Beck say that our own lives should be our favorite reality TV show. Possibly that was at women's conference last year. Currently, I am not a fan of my own life and so I seek escape through watching other people do stupid things.

Let's see where to begin. Perhaps with the mother of all reality shows, Survivor. When it first came out many moons ago, I did not watch it. It sounded stupid to me and I marveled at intelligent friends who were so involved in it. Finally I caved to peer pressure, and watched the very end. Big mistake. I was ridiculously hooked and am proud in a not so proud way to say that I have never missed an episode since. Well thanks to VCR's and DVR's anyway.

Consistently, I am astonished to see people make the show, who have never watched it. I know the producers do this to me on purpose. They want to see how many times a season they can get me to yell at my TV "HAVE. YOU. WATCHED. THE. SHOW." Would it be TMI to mention that I have dreamed about being on Survivor at least 3 times. I think that is taking it a bit to far. Just so you know, in my dreams I have yet to make it to the jury, but maybe next time.

This season of Survivor is only so so. I am kind of starting to get the been there, done that feeling with this show. You can only watch people make the same stupid mistakes so many times, even if they are doing it in their underwear. Although it looks like Sugar could make things interesting this season.

Now one of my favorites, still after all these years, has to be the Amazing Race. If I weren't afraid to fly, bungee jump, and eat disgusting things, I would definitely apply for this show. No doubt about it. Then there is the tincy, tiny little problem of my complete lack of physical ability. Dang limitations.

Right now, I am transfixed by Sarah. I feel sorry for her that she is stuck with that jerk Terrance. Seriously girl, kick him to the curb. But I can't get over the feeling that she looks like Elaine Bennis from Seinfeld. I keep waiting for her to say "GEEET OOOUUT! and push Terrance down a flight of stairs or something. Or maybe she even looks like Molly Shannon when she would do the Mary Catherine Galleger skits. Anyway I just can't get over it. And some of her comments. I get the feeling she wants the Race to be like some beauty pageant where every one is nice to each other. That one time she whined "They didn't even say Hi, to Us." Again I say "HAVE YOU WATCHED THE SHOW."

I love all the stuff on BRAVO. Like I said Top Design ends tonight, the suspense is killing me. Not really. Am I the only one who is missing hearing Jonathan Adler say "See ya later, decorator" when people are kicked off the show? Not sure why they changed that.

Top Design is OK, but honestly it has just been my transition relationship from Project Runway until Top Chef starts next week. Who doesn't love watching people cook and fight at the same time? I am giddy with excitement to see that show start up again.

Pretty much a lame statement on the lame affairs of my reality television viewing. I wonder where I could turn all my useless reality TV trivia into cold hard cash. Seriously, anyone reading this, if you are ever on Millionaire and you need to phone a friend with a reality TV trivia question, well I'm your girl.

Gotta go see who wins Top Design, will it be the bald guy that has won pretty much everything, the long shot girl who barely made into the finals, or the other guy that was in the bottom every week to begin with but has made a dash for the finish line.

Happy watching everyone.

Memo to Trace Adkins

So for any of you who did not watch the Celebrity Apprentice, this post will not make sense. Just ignore it. But for any of you who did watch, I saw this wheat grass at the grocery store. Realizing that I had my camera with me, I could not resist snapping a shot of the sought after item by the BSB. Perhaps I will even be inspired to try some wheat grass juice myself, after the merits of it were extolled by the Back Street Boys. Thanks Trace, for some of the funniest comments about wheat grass and the Back Street Boys.