You know, I can't believe the corny-ass shit that MTV puts on the idiot box these days. Fucking amazing. Obviously scripted "reality" shows, full of self-absorbed, brain-dead twenty-somethings that have nothing more important to think about other than their next shot of gin, or the next person they're going to cheat on their significant other with, have become really predictable. I mean, seriously, who WATCHES this shit? 

In all fairness, though, it's not JUST MTV that puts this obnoxious shit on the air. VH1 does their fair share to rot our brains as well with little gems of annoyance like "For the love of Ray-J". Jesus. I vomit a little every time I happen upon an episode of it while switching through the channels searching for something mildly entertaining on a boring day when I have nothing else to do but vegitate in bed and slowly make myself dumber. Here's a brief summary of it: 

"Obnoxious R&B star with more money than talent recruits a bunch of slightly attractive, highly stupid young women to come live at his mansion/TV show set for a few weeks to be followed around by cameras while they fight amongst each other for the affections of this douche, and while doing so, humiliate themselves in front of the entire viewing audience. Of course, every episode ends in one of these girls being sent home.. BLAH BLAH."

Quality television like this is why I prefer to get baked and look through a telescope. Seriously, the planets never annoy me. They just float there in that dark, infinite mass we call space and look cool. They don't say stupid shit, they don't bombard me with advertisements for products like the "Snuggie", (I mean, seriously, who buys those things?) and more, importantly, they don't have an agenda. They don't want to convince me to vote for some political party that doesn't really give a shit about me, or hate another political party that equally doesn't give a shit about me, or tell me I should judge a group of people for their lifestyle choices, or make me think I should eat this, or buy that, or want to fuck this celeb, or any of the other retarded, hypocritical, mind-programming shit that the boob tube puts on the airwaves. Nope. The stars and planets just sit there and look cool. Like what famous people try to do.