>There are many reasons that I like living in Alberta. Cheaper taxes, the mountains and Chinooks (both Shopping Centre and weather system) are among them. But every now and then those reasons are seemingly tossed aside and I feel like I need to get out of here as fast as possible.

So what causes such feelings of hostility? Time Zones. I hate them. Especially when it comes to my beloved reality shows. Do you know how annoying it is to have friends on the East coast who, no matter how many times you tell them, still email or call you to tell the final results of personal favorites like Survivor, The Amazing Race or American Idol?

I know what you’re thinking: “But Michael, standard time is an amazing thing for so many reasons!” But do you know what? I don’t care. With only a couple hours until the finale of The Amazing Race (Go Ron and Christine!), I must now go into a media-blackout. Like a jury member for a murder trial, I can no longer surf the Internet, answer my phone or read text messages. I’m even afraid to go outside for fear of over hearing a conversation of someone else who has just experienced what I try to avoid every year during the day of the American Idol finale.

And now with this extra time what am I supposed to do? Read? Let’s try to be honest for a second.

Can you imagine if they did this with football games? What would it be like if we knew that our eastern Canadian counterparts already knew that the Patriots had won their game today while we still had to sit around making conversation with family and doing the laundry. Sports fans just wouldn’t accept it! (On a personal side note: Could I also please get a little recognition for actually knowing that the Patriots are a football team and that they won today.)

So why is my reality TV any different? Stupid Mountain Standard Time.

Mike Morrison