What I like the most about Big Brother.

The end.

More specifically the second after it's ended. Seriously, what a fracking waste of perfectly good airtime. Is our society that devoid of life that they find it compelling to watch a bunch of self-absorbed, whiny soap star wannabes trying to either out-nice, out-notorious, out-gross, or out-backstab one another? It's just train-wreck television.

But then, maybe I'm just odd; it must rate well because it's starting to air tonight in Oz for the seventh season. Seven. Fracking. Seasons. And Joe/Jill Public still wants more. Sheesh.

Sorry, had to be said...