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It’s time for a special Thursday morning edition of the….
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I WAS gonna start this thing by offering up a shout out to my man Peter Sarrett, who has been trying to convince me for the last two weeks that Mogo Mogo is gonna get Pagonged, and that the champion of Survivor All-Stars is gonna come from Chapera. And I still will.
And, alas, he’ll be right if Mark Burnett is predictable and the merge does in fact happen next week. An immediate ejection for Boston Rob is about the only thing that could possibly stop it from happening, and even there I’m not so sure. I didn’t wanna see it before, but I do now. Lex has blown out all of his shielding. He’s first to go if the merge happens, unless Chapera concludes that they don’t want someone of Jerribitch’s questionable sanity on the jury.
And we know from the preview for next week that Probst does in fact collect gather everyone together and collect their Buffs. Could be to hand out the color for the new unified tribe. We’re down to ten, and that’s traditionally when that happens.
However, it could be to reshuffle players, too.
What should be the Greatest Survivor Ever is starting to get a little bit stagnant, and now would be a fine time for Burnett to swerve EVERYONE and do something wacky to the All-Stars. A postponement of the merge process, just for a couple weeks, could spice things up some, and not horribly affect the formation of the jury.
Thoughts?
Seems The Four Of You went out and became The Eight Of You without telling me…after installing Comments I found out that a few people were reading this thing who I didn’t know about, and it was a nice surprise. Usually I respond to comments in the same thread as the comments themselves, but today I thought I’d address a couple of the items that have come up here:
Thomas writes: “Duran Duran? Really?”
Yeah, really. Duran Duran was my favorite band growing up, and remains my favorite band today behind Def Leppard. I’m excited about the new album, especially if Sunrise is any indication of how it’s going to sound, because the feeling is the same as when Leppard released Euphoria, it seems like they’ve gotten together and said “Let’s see if we can do what we did in the 80’s one more time.”
And if they’ve gotten Notorious out of their system, all the better. Whoof.
Casey writes: “I wonder what hot weather has to do with a turn signal, though…”
…and I realized I haven’t talked about the turn signal on my car at all. It’s a better forecaster of the seasons than your grandmother’s trick knee. It has an intermittent thing wrong with it such that the sensor that makes it click back to Off after making a turn gets stuck in really cold weather. Once it gets hot enough in my car to “melt” or “unstick” or whatever you want to call it, my turn signal starts to work normally again. Long story short, these two events happen very close to the official first days of summer and winter here in Seattle, and it never happened in California because it never got cold enough for the sticking to happen. Trips me up for a day at the most when it starts to stick, and then I just remember to flick it back myself when I finish a turn and everything is okay. I’m told that Honda put out a bulletin about it, so I could prolly bitch and moan and get them to fix it, but it’s not worth being without the car for however long it would take to make a special trip to the shop just for that. Maybe I’ll take it to a real dealership for the 90K checkup and have ’em have a look at it then.
It’s Friday morning, and that means it’s time for a….
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If last night’s show didn’t turn you on to Lex as the man in the best position to win it all (at the very least, among the Mogos), you just aren’t thinking. Sure, Jerribitch is annoying, but she’s incredibly expendable, too, especially with the Merge looming large. And Lex knew this was his best chance to pull a swerve that he would be able to get away with, because the only person left to exact revenge is Ethan, who still wears the target of Former Champion. Jerribitch, who KNOWS she is a target, has no choice but to trust Lex or be sent packing, and with Kathy snuggling up with the Chapera gang, the only people bothering to think on Shii-Ann’s behalf are Lex and Jerribitch, because Colby thought he had a sufficient majority already. And the Merge looks very likely to happen next week, so Lex’s gambit was timed perfectly. Just brilliant. Colby in an individual competition situation was an extremely dangerous man.
So, let’s look at Chapera. Big, big win for them, obviously, for emotional reasons as much as anything…it always helps to be the tribe who won the last Immunity going into the Merge. (I am assuming the Merge IS happening next week, even though with twelve remaining that would be somewhat early. The preview for next week’s show damn well looked like it was gonna, anyhow, with Probst calling for ambassador’s from each tribe to meet and such.) And taking Kathy The Human Swing Vote along with them on the reward meant that either Jerribitch or Colby was going home, a win-win either way. And Chapera seems to be a pretty unified team, once Tom stops a) drinking and b) dancing. Boston Rob pretty much runs things over here, and since he finally forms the beast with two backs with Amber next week, and as far as we know has something going on (though not in the same way, I hope) with Rupert, he has a voting bloc that can pretty much only be killed if the remaining Mogos gang up and nail him as a unit NEXT week. If a Mogo goes next week, and tribe lines stay solid (and Kathy integrates into Chapera), the rest of them will simply be plucked off one at a time.
But I think (I HOPE) Lex is smart enough not to let that happen. We’ll know next week.
7:10 A.M., by my intentionally fast alarm clock. Came far too quickly, since I stayed up later than I should have (you’d think a half-glass of iced mocha wouldn’t have all THAT much caffeine in it), but at least I attended to some household chores that needed doing. (The toilet hasn’t looked that spotless in some time, and my bathroom is now filled with a delightful cinnamon-apple scent AND an auto-sensing nightlight. Those people at Glade think of everything.)
So. Roll my dead ass out of bed, and into the shower. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Throw some clothes on. Stagger out to the living room, fire up the PC, while that’s booting transfer those parts of my life that live outside of my work bag on the weekends (wallet, cellphone, Game Boy, datebook) back into my workbag. (I prolly need a new workbag, but I like this one a lot…it was SWAG from my Microsoft days.) Log on, sync the Palm, throw into the bag, check email quickly, grab lunch from the fridge, and let’s roll.
And I stumbled outside to the most beautiful day I’ve seen in a long time. The sky is blue, the temperature is cool, but NOT freezing ass cold, I bet if I looked the mountains would be out today. Maybe this is a sign that my turn signal is gonna fix itself soon. (It usually does on the first really hot day of the year.)
The ride into work was delightful, thanks to my Seattle brethren not having to drive on wet roads and some accompaniment from Duran Duran, Coolio, the Spin Doctors, and Def Leppard.
And we’re a month away from baseball. Let’s play two.
(The following is a Survivor Update. Below is spoiler space for those among The Four Of You who haven’t seen the show yet and don’t want to have it ruined for you. You’ve been warned.)
(Man, I hope RSS doesn’t strip this out.)
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(There. We’ll see if that helps.)
Okay. I wanted to take a night to sleep on this to be sure that I’m ready to stand behind what I’m about to say. And it seems I am. So here goes:
Soozin Hawk is a fucking nutjob.
Over the course of two days, she took an brief encounter with Richard Hatch’s schwanz (and I’ll be the first to call it a wholly inappropriate one, but read on) and turned it into full-fledged, Grade-A, Holy-God-Do-I-Feel-Unclean sexual assault.
In her own words: CAHM AHHHHN. This is the same woman who handed Hatch the million dollars three and a half years ago by likening him to a snake. So why was she surprised when his snake raised it’s bulbous head? Did she all of a sudden not know it was a snake when she picked it up?
The lives of these two have been intertwined ever since that trip to Borneo, they have even engaged together in the ultimate act of reality-TV-celebrity-whoring: they’ve shared a box on Hollywood Squares. And now all of a sudden he’s a sexual predator. Sorry, I don’t buy it.
Oh, and this just in: SOOZIN, HE’S GAY.
She was weak, she was figuring out that being from The Original Game and keeping a high profile over these several years was a HUGE disadvantage, and she found a convenient out. She might try for the phat lawsuit, too. Not that I really care, Burnett’s got plenty of cheddar with which to shut up this Wisconsinite.
Alright, enough of her, let’s check the state of the tribes, now tied again at six heads apiece:
Chapera, says Amber, is the “happy tribe”. Well, ignorance is certainly bliss, I guess. Tom didn’t score himself any points with the ladies with his idiotic-and-only-slightly-less-faggy-than-Hatch’s-Fire-Dance Tribute To Soozin, and I suspect Alicia will be wagging her finger laterally in his face sooner rather than later. Rupert, God love him, has allied himself with Boston Rob, which means he’s next to go, and Jenna L. is doing a fine job of Gervasing, and while she won’t win, it may take her far into the game post-merge, so long as she stays off of the radar.
Over to the green side of the board: Lex “Oh, By The Way, I Can Fish Too” Van Den Berghe is still my favorite to win it all. Colby may perceive that as a threat, but he can’t afford to address it until after the merge. Right now, he needs to concern himself with Jerribitch, who, miracle of miracles, found someone even more void of original thought than Amber in Shii Ann, who is still reeling that The Holy Saint Richard The Great And Powerful Hatch was voted out of the game. (Another free Survivor hint for you budding applicants: NEVER WORSHIP YOUR OPPONENTS.) Ethan is still trying to find his place here; he would do well to broker some kind of agreement with Kathy, who holds an impressive number of cards as a swing vote right now.
So: “Another Twist” next week, followed by Jerribitch’s gaping maw. Bringing back an Outcast tribe would be in horrible taste, considering that fully 33% of the evictees up until this point have left by their own choosing. So what happens? Comments are welcome….
So, because I’m a foodie, I like looking at restaurant menus online, particularly of regional places I don’t have access to because I live in the Pacific Northwest, like Waffle House or Sonic Drive-In.
Well, this morning I found myself surfing to a Midwestern chain called Cracker Barrel that has been around for some time, but I’ve never seen one, much less dined in one, because they just aren’t out here in the West. And the food is what you expect, and looks pretty good – chicken and dumplings, biscuits and gravy, chicken fried steak, the usual hearty fare.
You will see me make fun of Midwesterners a lot here, because my mom grew up in Iowa, and that qualifies me to do so, I think. And I’m not gonna let you down here. After looking at these scrumptious looking dinners, I got to the desserts.
Specifically, the Frozen Mug Ice Cream Sundae. SOUNDS like a good concept, yes? Sounded damned good to me. I read on:
“Hot Fudge, Caramel, Chocolate, Strawberry, Blackberry, or Sorghum Molasses… topped with whipped cream, roasted almonds, and a cherry.”
SORGHUM MOLASSES?
SORGHUM FRIGGIN’ MOLASSES?
I will point out that for all of their cooking skillz (and they do have skillz, so long as you don’t wander into the fog known as “ethnic cuisine”) these are a people who still haven’t figured out how to make a decent loaf of French bread, and are known to use ketchup as a viable substitute for tomato sauce, but by all that is good and holy, MOLASSES DOES NOT GO ON ICE CREAM.
Remind me not to eat at Cracker Barrel.
Look! We’ve got the ability to leave comments on the page now!
With each passing day, this little place is becoming more and more Big League. :)
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