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Every Wednesday at pretty much 9:01 p.m. Pacific time – my time zone – I get an e-mail from CityTV, a media release with the latest elimination on Canada’s Next Top Model. That’s 9:01 p.m. because that’s when the show finishes airing in this last time zone. 9:01 so they’re not spoiling the show for anyone, no matter where they live.

Today, the evening of the finale, I was set to have dinner and then curl up on the couch watching the rain and my guilty pleasure, Canada’s Next Top Model. Shut up, it’s fun. So I open my e-mail at 6:45 and there it is – the CityTV e-mail. The subject line blares the winner’s name. I can’t avert my eyes in time. It’s 6:45 p.m. 6:45, dammit! This is the curse, I guess, of getting sucked into a trashy show when I should be simply dispassionately posting information about it.

Oh well, I guess I have more discs of The Wire to watch. It was really a Canada’s Next Top Model kind of day, though. Yup, that brain-draining.

It’s small consolation that I picked the winner, at least.