It's official...

Jersey cotton sheets are the best thing that have ever happened to me. Really.
Fine features:
* warmth!
* softness :)
* Moldability to the mattress for ease of sheet changing!
* Lacks pretension like other stiff sheets.
What a blessing.

No one I really know had a birthday today, but some friends of mine are expecting a baby on my birthday, and I believe that calls for CAKE.

Reality TV.

Having recently become addicted to both Project Runway and Top Chef, it strikes me that the judges critiquing that we all hate to love, is the socially acceptable way to gossip and feel that it is entirely justified.

In no other format can one be so blatantly honest and brutal, with the expectation and hope that one will be.

This results in the participants being challenged and pushed to greater heights, but it is also demoralizing and often heart breaking. Can these crushing critcal blows be dealt simply because competitors signed up to be subjected to it, and knew what they were getting into?

If the ultimate end is good, why can't I still get enough of the 'these were the worst' section? Because I love to see the judges be a little ruthless, maybe talk trash where I feel that I can't. The perfect set up for a slightly skewed Nation, and certainly for a flawed human being.

Am I living vicariously through the bashing of the judges, and is there something fundamently wrong about the drama created?

Perhaps. Yet I'll still tune in next week, waiting to see the score, hoping to know what not to do, next time.