Reality Extravaganza

I drove down to LA this weekend to move some of my things to my mom's. My sister also visited, and got me hooked on reality television. I saw the following shows for the first time:

1. Kept. Jerry Hall handpicks a boytoy out of 12 candidates. I'm pretty sure this is what I'll do if I ever get rich.

2. Inferno II. Previous Real World and/or Road Rules contestants team up for challenges that may lead them to more moola. My sister's excitement rubbed off on me. Unfortunately, the finale wasn't part of the marathon. Another reason to watch: Jamie, the cutest reality show Asian chick yet.

3. Stripsearch. Guy strippers duke it out. One team had to duplicate dance moves from an O-Town video. One team had to duplicate moves from a Britney video. Beefcakes (and one flabbyman) bicker and fight. Classic.

4. Fight for Fame. Five "actors" audition (my favorite was Justin--he could act, but alas he did not win) and one gets signed to a talent agency called "Acme." If that doesn't tip you off, well, you deserve that contract. And I deserve my couch sweat stains.

5. 30 Days. Morgan Spurlock and his brave vegan-chef fiancee try to live the minimum wage life for a month. From that description alone, you can tell that was by far the best reality show saw this weekend.

Weekend capsule: I saw Penguin's Boyfriend this weekend, and had the nerdiest but funnest conversation ever (yes, it was about rewriting the Star Wars prequels). I realized that my mom's and my grandma's cooking will always be the best. I found out I have two long-lost cousins. I hate 100-mph traffic weavers!