A Little Cup of Cyanide

I hate reality TV. I avoid it like the plague. It's just an excuse for people to watch other people suffering for a chance to win money. Besides, it's more of an imitation of reality. Spring break in Wonderland would be more realistic than some of the "reality" shows they have on these days.

And yet, I somehow found myself completely hooked into this Rockstar: Supernova. Right now I'm doing that thing where I try to explain that it's different from the other shows, and everyone totally agrees with me, but they know just as well as I do that I'm trying to cinvince myself too.

I have to ask myself: What am I defending? I mean, okay. I denounce reality TV every chance I get. Rockstar is a reality show. But I love rock. I get to hear some awesome music. They keep the drama from the house minimal. And it has David Navarro. If there was no other reason to watch it, he would still be enough to justify it. I think I could have justified watching Til Death Us Do Part with that excuse. Luckilly for me, I have some dignity. I figure I can drop it for two hours a week to watch Rockstar.

Still, I feel like one of those American Idol teenies sometimes. You know those people who sit there and whine when their favorite person gets kicked off? Like it's life or death or something. "Oh my God! Like, call a paramedic! I'm going to die! Not Chris! He can't get kicked off!!!!!" For the record, Lucas is my favorite. He's going to win because he rocks, and I said so. *snarl* If he gets kicked off and I whine like a teenie, I give you permission, no, I beg you, hunt me down and beat some sense into my head with something hard, heavy, and razor blade encrusted.

My only major complaint about him was his preformance tonight. It was great, I liked it. But not quite satisfying. I was sitting there watching, expecting him to suddenly spring into action. Alas. He just kept walking around. I seriously wanted to see him rock out.