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Don't get me wrong. I can quote The Real World San Diego with the best of them. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I find the cinematography and editing in Laguna Beach both challenging and beautiful. But reality television has sucked the life out of me ever since the first season of Survivor. I didn't even know I had a problem until I did without television for six weeks in England. True, missing all new episodes of The Real World was a large price to pay for freedom. Some would say too high a price. But it really wasn't all that bad after the first week or so. And I came back to the States a self-proclaimed intellectual beast. For I have rediscovered the book.

I'm sure there are some studies somewhere that show how people learn more by reading than by watching television. Honestly, I don't really care. I just like to see that bookmark move a little bit every day. I prefer books with pictures, but I'll read a book with words if push comes to shove. Now that I've settled back into my normal American routine I have found myself reading a smidge more than normal. Not as as much as I'd like to, but I've at least been able to resist watching reruns of Blow Out on Bravo. Though I do miss watching crazy people.

From Nathan Baker:

She is checking me out, spiritually
Nathan T. Baker, 10/6/05

She’s one of those “bible study” Christians—
I think “shit” can be a gift from God

It sure adds release and artistic flavor to life
Context can go to hell she might say…

In so many words
Giving her double highlighted verse and chapter

So… I’ll play this rap song after Switchfoot
And perhaps she’ll leave

Let's get this thing started. Send in those submissions...whatever you think is important or funny. For now, slake your thirst on this little gem:

I just got back from my Customer Behavior class. It sounds way more interesting than it is, and it doesn't even sound that interesting. This class is like kindergarten. I start craving animal crackers halfway through. She asks us questions like, "Have you ever been misunderstood?" and "Are our memories accurate?" These, apparently, are questions that deserve entire class periods devoted to them. Up until today, I've successfully boycotted participating in this inane discussion. But about an hour ago I made my first comment. It wasn't a good comment or anything. I was just trying to prevent a zero in class participation. So what does that make me? That guy. I'm that guy.

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