Bad TV, bad movies

I finally broke down and watch The Apprentice last night. I have to say, I was enthralled. If I wasn't usually busy on Thursdays or had TiVo, I'd be all over that.

I'm not at all ashamed to say that I am exhausted today because I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning watching Duets on USA. I knew the cable in the bedroom was a bad idea. I'm also not ashamed to say that I thoroughly enjoyed it, although I do wish Gwyneth would stop playing such passive characters. I know she can act, but I'd like to eventually see her do it.

Duets got me thinking. One, that I should start taking voice lessons because my karaoke set list is limited by the fact that I have a very low singing voice. And two, that we bloggers are the karaoke singers of writing. We love to write. Like die-hard karaoke singers, we do it in a public, rather than a professional, space. For some of us, it's because we prefer it that way. For some of us, it's fear. For me, it's that I haven't really figured out what I want to say yet. Sometimes we're funny, sometimes we're entertaining, sometimes we're just plain dull and sometimes, we go a little off key. And like the amateur chanteuses, we perform mainly for each other and a small smattering of friends and family. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Anyone who says life lessons cannot be learned from bad movies isn't looking hard enough.