People, I am not going to write about TV. For over a month I was without TV. Getting married and moving to a new residence screwed up my whole life style. Well, marriage didn't screw up my lifestyle, but moving to a new place with Bigfoot was trouble.

The previous tenants did not shut off their cable service until the end of December, so we were stuck with no TV for a while. The service was still on, but the cable connection was bad from the outside, and it generally sucked. It was so bad that I took up reading.

I began reading Mr. Factor's book, The O'Reilly Factor. Great read, but I will get into that later.

The book, which I am almost finished with, is a written version of the talent and wit of cable TV's most popular newsman. Mr. Factor is honest and frank. I love his book.

I meant to finish the book last week, but Temptation Island screwed up all my plans. I watched 45 minutes of the second episode. What a load of garbage! Every person on TV and in print told me that this show was the spawn of Satan. But all I could figure out about the show was that eight men and women wanted to have sex.

I do not want people to stop watching TI. In fact, keep watching it and tell your friends to do so. FOX, in it's infinite wisdom, has created a show more interesting (in theory) than any show since I Dream of Genie (your wish is her command! I love being a guy!)

FOX and E! need to get together and make Celebrity Temptation Island. Put four high-profile couples on an island with 16 sexy (not half-sexy, like on TI) men and women (ten women, six men.) Separate the couples and let random boatloads of men and women join the celebs at play in the water and at the bar. In the end, not only will 16 different people have had sex with a movie or TV star, but the break-ups will be the talk of the tabloids.

Joan Rivers can be the host.

Alright people. That is all for this month. 2001 is the Future, enjoy it while it's here.

Oh yeah, Bigfoot and I have digital cable in our apartment now. We rule. In fact, we are the champions.