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There's nothing I love more than pitching a tent in a living room.  Actually, it's a guilty pleasure of mine to face a television into the entrance of a tent and watch some Disney movie full blast.  In my opinion, the Disney film has suffered in quality for the last ten years of so.  I remember sometime after Hunchback of Notre Dame, they released Dinosaur in an attempt to keep up with the computer graphics industry (Pixar, Dreamworks, etc.), with minimal success.  A return to traditional forms of animation would be optimal.  

While I'm on the topic of guilty pleasures, I'll admit another one I'm slightly ashamed of.  VH1's Rock of Love is a habit that keeps me in touch with the hallucination they call "reality television".  Although I enjoy this program, it is proof of how weird it is to be infatuated with someone famous.  I have seen this admiration in many forms.  Some people I know were crying the day Heath Ledger died.  Why is this?  Are some of us THAT emotionally connected to a celebrity's well being?  It would make sense.  As an only child with a mother working graveyard shifts, it was sensible to spend my time (when not at school) watching television.  When I was five, I had a cable box in my bedroom, and was soaking in 6-7 hours of T.V. a day.  This kind of exposure to popular media has retained itself throughout my life, even when I have minimal exposure to television.  I guess you could say I'm an addict.