My descent into hell continues. I watched the re-run of the first two episodes of "Joe Millionaire" last night.

It snowed 7.5 inches in DT Nashville yesterday. Everything ground to a halt. It was amateur hour at its finest.

Last night I dreamed I was out searching for a cell site tower in GA. I scaled a rock wall next to the highway (the fat people with me were amazed) but ended up in the middle of a US Army civilian live-fire training exercise. I tried to stick to the ground and not get shot. I think eventually someone saw me and ceased-fire. I forgot all about finding that cell tower.

I was afraid this would happen. I avoided all reality shows for a couple years beginning with the intelligence-insulting "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" and the "Survivor" series. I was so proud of my supposed "integrity" for not allowing myself to be caught up in all the reality-TV excitement. Then I caught a few minutes of the second "The Bachelor" at a friend's house and had to admit it was intriguing. Unfortunately, FOX continued to wear down my resistance with commercials for it's upcoming "joe Millionaire." My desire to see some gold-digging women get their comeuppance was too great. I caught various portions of "Joe" and now find myself hooked. I even tuned in to the final 15 minutes of "The Bachelorette" last night. All I have to say is I am so relieved Trista did not choose that jerk Rodeo-rider guy, Brook. What a complete Tool.

I just watched a 132 lb Japanese man challenge a 1089 lb Grizzly bear to a hotdog eating contest. The bear won easily. Next a team of 44 midgets are going to try and tow a DC-10 faster than an elephant.

I am so ashamed of myself.

"She is kind of uptight but she's hot so I'm going for it." ......Joe Millionaire, on his rationale for choosing one of his final five bachelorettes.

As writtern on "The Pyramid of Learning" blog, I can't wait for the final episode of Joe Millionaire where we find out if Evan is really "mentally challenged."

The other night I dreamed I was reading a black and white manuscript. I don't know what it was about but I think one of the sections was a guide to weightlifting. It had pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger demonstrating various weightlifting exercises. However, each picture was set in the middle of a bombed out city (like Berlin circa 1945.) At one point I believe I was forced to eat some of the paper, which became lodged in my throat and almost made me stop breathing.

I never have any cool dreams.

Everyone has favorite criminals. Mine are pimps. We can all rob a bank; we can all sell drugs. Being a pimp is a whole other thing. ------Chris Rock

Another bad thing about this whole "hunt for Osama Bin Laden" is that our authorities are now hugely distracted from the "Hunt for Sasquatch."