I remain a curious onlooker (much as one might be when happening upon an accident on the freeway — you just can’t help yourself) over at Acidman’s site. His preoccupation with links, delinks and unlinks and this Survivor Game are now bordering on the creepy. As if we don’t have enough cutthroat TV (Survivor, The Bachelor, etc., etc., etc.) we are treated to this little carnival sideshow. Crowds gather weekly, bloodlust in the air. (Well, I’m being melodramatic here, really. But you knew that. You DID know that, didn’t you?)
I don’t need anyone to hold my hand while I trim my blogroll. I may need someone to hold my hair back while I puke, though.