  Let me say that again. Three weeks, home alone and no life. Except for the reality on TV. So yes, that was what I did. I watched 'em all. Even drew little circles on my TV Guide as a reminder. What a life you can find with just a remote control.
The synopsis so far? It's down to two for the ape-looking (apparently) Bachelor. I hate the show but I love watching it for the burning eyelashes, bitchy stares and how women collectively handle being dumped by one ape at the same time. Who's the unlucky bride? Certainly not Uma Thurman, ape! A few couples Raced to the Altar and provided some senseless entertainment. Ah well, hate the bride; didn't think she deserves that 'dream' wedding. Fear Factor is still Fear Factor. And so is the Amazing Race. There's a new reality show called the Next Action Star. There's an ill-fitted pornstar potential by the name of Viviana (even the name!
) who scored (no puns intended) with the judges and got called back. In the name of good reality TV, I would say it was a good call, even if channel surfers who stumbled upon the show mistaken it for the Next Porn Star. She did an intentional, public breasts-fondle in an episode. Get-tit? My TV Guide says the Newlyweds is on tonight. Can't wait to watch Jessica Simpson plays dumb. Oh wait, maybe she's not faking it. 
