Thursday, November 26, 2009

Survivor Samoa -- 26 November 2009

Due to the American Thanksgiving holiday, this week's Survivor was basically a review of everything that's happened until now. In reviewing the events up until now, it's unavoidable to focus on Russell's ongoing and (I hate to say it, but) successful manipulation of the game so far. While I'm not a fan of his, I have to say that he is playing the game like no other contestant and frustratingly enough is doing it a bit too well.

I was reminded how entertaining Dave, the fitness instructor, can be. The recap showed Dave moving people off to the side so he could get a fire started. He particularly had to move "are you sure you were a Marine" Shambo off to the side and get her to surrender the flint and tools over to him. What really made it funny was that Shambo thought Dave was stupid in his efforts. Unfortunately for Shambo, Dave actually got the fire started without her help. Dave's clips and expressions are just so frank and amusing, it just really cracks me up sometimes -- especially at tribal lately. 

Seeing as how it was a recap session this week, there wasn't a tribal council or any new & bizarre group or single immunity challenges to watch. I did see how they managed to catch the chicken that Shambo had let out of the cage though. Impressive. However, somehow she seems to think that she caught the chicken. I'm not exactly sure how she came to that conclusion. She picked up the chicken from the net when it got caught in the trap the others had laid out (and Eric had set up) for it, but that's all she did. How does that constitute catching the chicken? I couldn't tell you.

Tune in next week and see what kind of craziness Russell and Shambo get themselves into. If they're going to vote either of them off, I'd rather see Shambo go first. I'm not sure if any of the players will actually write Russell's name down in the end. I really hope they're not that naive or foolish.

 9 Remaining:
  • John
  • Russell H
  • Monica
  • Brett
  • Mick
  • Dave
  • Jaison
  • Natalie
  • Shambo

Friday, November 20, 2009

Survivor: Samoa – 19 November 2009

The show started off with Shambo talking into the camera about if she found the immunity idol that she would give it to Russell. Idiot! Hello? Why would you give up immunity to someone else who will eventually vote you off? I don’t understand how she is still there. Just vote her off already. Please!

It looks like Monica has figured out that Shambo has sided with the members of the former Foa Foa tribe. There is still a strong distinction between the two groups that supposedly merged into one.

For the group reward challenge, the teams had to have one person in a swinging cradle connected to ropes and the remaining members had to move the cradle around so the person in the cradle could pick up flags and then put them in order. It was smart for the purple team to put a lighter person in the cradle – easier to maneuver. Purple is clearly the colour to beat this season. It has been the dominant colour throughout the season so far. Unfortunately, this time Russell was on the winning team, which gave him an opportunity to get a clue to find the immunity idol …yet again. I was hoping that one of the members of the losing team would try to seek it out without the clue to outsmart Russell, but no luck there. So, when the winning team returned from their reward, Russell didn’t waste any time hunting down the idol. I have to say it, I think he was getting help from someone on the crew. Whether the help was in the form of a subtle glance or more blatant help is unknown, but it’s just a bit too suspicious that Russell would get the idol that many times in a row.

For the immunity challenge, it wasn’t quite as exciting, but this time Mick took possession of individual immunity.

As for tribal council, it was the first time I’ve ever seen a tie on the show. It was pretty exciting. You could feel the tension mounting and once again, the look on Dave’s face said it all. It came down to a tie between Laura and Natalie. On the second draw, it came down to Laura as the next person voted off. Dave dropped his jaw and muttered “Wow!” Wow indeed. An initial bad plan by Monica to vote John as the tie breaker was shifted aside by John himself after he found out what was going on. I hope he wins. He’s much more subtle in his plot that it’s not even like manipulation.

9 Remaining:

  • John
  • Russell H
  • Monica
  • Brett
  • Mick
  • Dave
  • Jaison
  • Natalie
  • Shambo


Thursday, November 19, 2009

Size Zero = Size Nothing. Why would you want to be nothing?

So, as some of you may have seen or heard, good old Kate Moss got ragged on for saying an unfortunate comment – supposedly part of a longer answer that “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”. My issue with the comment isn’t so much with what she said (even though it’s a really lame thing to say), but just why do people care so much about what Kate says? Not to mention, how would a skinny person that doesn’t eat anything know if something tastes good anyway? I mean they’re obviously not eating to find out if something does tastes that good. Secondly, it’s just silly to put these people up on a podium and take everything that they say so literally. Just because some people make ridiculous amounts of money, it doesn’t necessarily make them geniuses in life, they’re just good at their job.

 

Now, about the ridiculous size zero and minus sizes in women’s clothing, well I believe I already said it; it’s ridiculous. Size zero = size nothing. Why would you want to be nothing? Ladies, pay attention: despite what some haute couture designers try to make you believe, they aren’t designing clothes for women, they’re designing clothes for shapeless sticks – women have curves; of all sizes. Heterosexual men don’t want to get with skeletons and homosexual men just aren’t interested in getting with women. For those who do want to get with skeletons? They more than likely have some serious issues of their own; so don’t waste your time. Skinny doesn’t necessarily mean healthy. You need some meat on your bones for your own protection – whether it’s for slips and falls or warding off illness. It’s all in how you wear it ladies. If you want to know what I’m talking about, you should take a peak at the show “How to Look Good Naked”. Some of the ladies on that show have some sizable assets, but Gok shows the ladies how to make it work for them. It’s very impressive.  (You can check out the show on Tuesday nights at 10 pm on W Network. Take a peek at: http://www.wnetwork.com/Shows/How-to-Look-Good-Naked.aspx)

 

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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A Warped History Moment

Do you ever wonder what conversation really transpired to send Napoleon Bonaparte to want to be a dictator? Have you ever heard someone in a higher position spew out absolute nonsense in bureaucratic red tape form? You know those moments. The one where your internal voice wants to call out, “Oh just cut the crap and get it done already!” I started thinking it was something along those lines that inspired Napoleon to say “Screw it, I’ll do it myself. You people suck.” So, I thought of a possible scenario that could’ve gone down at 18 Brumaire:

Napoleon scribbled notes in his pad:

Oh merde! More pointless meetings going nowhere, strife with endless nonsensical terminology. No wonder this country is going to the dogs. Just a lot of hot air to spread around. You’d think the government was just coming up with things to say to the people, talking things to death. Screw this action!

While he scribbled in his book, Napoleon heard one of the Directory members, Abbé, say: “Ok. This Council of 500 obviously isn’t working so great. I say we cut down to 300 instead and change the remaining 200 as sub-Council instead. This way, we still have a lot of voices and …”

Napoleon: “Silence! Abbé, really. I mean really? Seriously? Do you listen to the crap that comes out of your mouth? Am I the only one here that makes any sense whatsoever? Gaaad! Have you people ever heard of the phrase too many cooks in the kitchen?”

Abbé: “What are you talking about, Napoleon? Too many cooks? What does that have to do with politics?”

Napoleon started to lose his patience, clenched one fist and shook it at Abbé: “Oh come on! Too many cooks in the kitchen? Hello?!! It ruins the broth because there’s too much interfering, red tape, and nonsense … and not enough cooking … just like this ridiculous Council of 500!”

Abbé: “I’m sorry? You’re losing me, Napoleon. Did someone ruin the onion soup? Do you mean we need more cooks to serve the Council?”

Napoleon: “Are you even listening? What are you talking about?”

Abbé: “What am I talking about? What are you talking about the cooks?”

Napoleon: “No. We don’t need more cooks. That’s the point. We have too many cooks and they’re all in this room!”

Abbé: “Napoleon. We don’t have any cooks in the room. We have the Council and Directory people in the room. What cooks are you talking about? Are you feeling alright, Napoleon?”

The Council booed Napoleon for calling them cooks. Napoleon grabbed his head, pulled out some hair, and shook his clenched fists at Abbé and the other Council members. Before Napoleon could reach over to deck Abbé, one of the Council members suggested that Napoleon go outside to catch his breath.

Once outside, his friends Jean-Jacques and Charles asked Napoleon why he’s so red in the face. Once he caught his breath and regained his composure, Napoleon stopped for a minute, turned around, and pointed his finger at his companions.

Napoleon: “I’m going to do something about this mess. Who’s with me? Jean-Jacques? Charles? What do you say? No big meetings, just getting shit done!”

Later that day, while the group of government members sat around convincing themselves that Napoleon was also full of hot air and discussing the ranting and raving, they were caught off guard when Napoleon returned. Napoleon and his troops kicked out the Council and the other government members, creating their own smaller more effective and efficient government.

Soon, things actually started to get done. Perhaps not everything was perfect, but things were getting done. The people were fairly satisfied and felt improvement from before. Well, at least for a few years.

Unfortunately, some time later, some royal members in England and royal members of other European countries caught wind of Napoleon’s new rules about making legislation accessible to the people in a way they could understand, allowing freedom of religion, and worst of all -- to their royal ears – give government jobs to qualified people instead of inheriting them. They each said in their native tongues, “What do you mean he’s getting things done? What do you mean government jobs should be something qualified? That’s just preposterous! Somebody needs to stop him.” For a while, Napoleon’s forces were winning over the battles. Unfortunately for Napoleon, the winning streak took a turn against him and he ended up losing battles to Russia and England, ending his rule over France.

The good thing is that some years later again, some people in England’s government and some other places realized that “hey, maybe some of those ideas that Napoleon guy had were ok after all.” So, even though the royals got to keep their positions in some places, they realized that the freedom of religion thing was a good thing and, hey, maybe it was a good idea that citizens understand the main laws of the land. As far as the qualified government members, well, after some not-so-bright wealthy people came around, they realized where Napoleon might have been coming from after all. … And so it goes.