A kick in the pants

As much I love my Tivo, I hesitate to say anything bad about it. But the feature that allows it to select and record programs it thinks you'd like. Unfortunately this give Tivo the opportunity to really kick you square in the balls.

This past weekend, while away for three days, my Tivo recoded at least ten episodes of "Growing Up Gotti". What is that? Is there something about me that suggests I would like that show? Now that I think about it, I guess so. As awesome as it is, Tivo really isn't yet smart enough to differentiate between Growing Up Gotti and Laguna Beach or my new favorite show, Taradise.

Speaking of Taradise, watching it is both entirely amusing and distressing at the same time. As much as I love watching a bloated, strung out, drunken whore parade around the world, part of me just feels uneasy. Like knowing that an intervention and/or a trip to rehab can't be too far in the future. Come to think of it, I look at pictures of myself at certain times and get the same feeling.

Make no mistake about it, I don't feel that bad and it quickly passes. Usually when some B-lister gets their own reality show, similar comments are made: "Look how far they've fallen. I can't believe they gained so much weight. What happened that got them so desperate." It's tired. With Tara Reid we actually get to watch the descent in real-time and it's awesome. Rumor is E!'s cameras may even be there during production of her internet sex-tape. Although now that I've been thinking about it, was she ever really that famous?

She had smallish roles in two of the American Pie movies, took her shirt off in some movie I've only seen in 15 second intervals on Mr. Skin.com, and I assume several other small roles of varying success. Other than that she's pretty much famous for being in Us Weekly. Her publicist is a genius, albeit a little too good at their job. I guess this is natural progression, we’ve watched her grow as a party-goer and now we get to watch her fall. It makes me want party. Cheers.