Its been two years or so since I've "discovered" the cosmos and set out to discover myself and cure cancer. I gave up the tube and took up Hume and the humanists. Having sat up late one night, I realized three things 1) Philosophy is nothing short of tossed salad 2) I gave up God 3) and now im stalking him A good read and learning something new everyday about my world are all very good but I'm happy to have tripped on this little post (one that Pollux started concerning his secret passion for explosives) and see that you people are not as reticent as I am to hang out dirty laundry. Pollux has confessed us his explosive secrets, as has Ralph Nader, and I-forget-who's related a fantasy of chopping heads off. I suggest we all come to terms with ourselves and confess what secrets we've kept after graduating from *informed generalists* to the hard-nose truth seekers, I hope, we seek to be. So here are mine: ( let there be no snickering or finger pointing, assuming we all agree pop culutre is a proverbial boil on the ass) 1. There's something about reality tv that's captivating. I've seen all episodes of Making the Band with Puff Daddy. I tried convincing myself the only reason I did was becuase it was mesmerizing to see Seinfield's face on a black man but there's no Puffy on Fear Factor, BlindDate or FifthWheel. 2. I've also seen all the episodes of a reality show about sororoty girls on MTV. 3. I wish i had a slave with good ears. I don't want to be his friend, lover, confidant or anything- just a deposit box I could tell how much Mr. Roper on Three's Company looks like the psychic Sylvia Brown or how much Usher (r&b singer) litereally looks like those little troll dolls widely marketed in the early 90's. 4. I love commercials, especially around the Super Bowl.