Somehow, as Diana is working on my computer, I've found myself watching "Tommy Lee Goest to College" for the last hour. It's a show about Tommy Lee going and living the college life at the University of Nebraska.

On the one hand, it's kind of entertaining. Tommy seems like a really nice, honest, relatively likeable guy (wife-beating notwithstanding, I suppose). So on the one hand, it's kind of fun to watch him struggle through the same things we had to struggle through when we were going through college.

On the other hand, and I'm just realizing this now, it's really, really sad. Poor Tommy has had a pretty solid life of drugs and booze, and watching him struggle through some pretty basic concepts (I'm sorry, but atomic number and weight, protons and neutrons, etc, is really only one step up from 1+1 after it's been explained once) is pretty sad.

He's also trying out for the drumline, and failing miserably (I guess the 4-drum marching thing isn't the same as a kit), and showing a little of his rage. And I realized just how much he's being set up for failure. It's really just not fair, and at some point, it just must get humiliating (since he really seems to be trying, and eager to learn).

Poor guy.

Maybe only slightly less pathetic than me watching it for the last hour, I spose.