I love thee for the ability to entertain my senses. I was just mulling over a sound on FMU radio station and realized that I love…crap. The crappier, the better. I actually listened as they played the THX sound over and over. For anyone who knows, it's like the Memorex sound that comes on DVD's announcing Digital Surround Sound capability, but I actually listened to it. And the radio DJs actually listened to it, because they played it. Then, in a crap-tacular event, I was flipping channels and stopped on a UFO sighting video marathon on one of those Discovery Channel stations which speculated and showed crappy footage that I've seen a million and one times, and yet…I couldn't tear myself away. I actually stayed tuned in. Why do I love crap so much?? Huh??