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Gah! Who am I to root for now?

This season’s Survivor finds Mark Burnett & Co. dividing up their castmembers by race. Race! RACE! White/Black/Asian/Latino.

Firstly, these are not races. They are ethnicities, right?

Secondly, who in the heck am I supposed to root for? Are people progressive enough these days to hear this white girl say, “Go Cracker Tribe!” (Team Saltine?) If I root for a minority tribe, will I look like I’m patronizing them?

Thirdly, Jeff Probst? You’re a nutcase:

“It’s not just 18 white people,” Probst told the magazine. “Suddenly you have new slang, new rituals–people doing things like making fire in ways that haven’t been done on Survivor. I think we have a season where people will say you can never go back to what you were before.” Yahoo!

The hell? Making fire in ways that haven’t been done? Do Latinos make fire differently? (from what I recall through Survivor history, none of the contestants can really make fire on their own). New slang and rituals? Isn’t that a bit…stereotypical? Do Asians starve differently? Are the Blacks going to do a ‘dance around the fire with spears’ ritual? Because it sounds like that’s exactly what Probst is hinting at.

In any case, it’ll be interesting to see how the 4 teams fare with all being on the same level. I can’t see how a group could cry discrimination in this game. It’ll probably be done, though. Does a white castaway even have a chance of winning this unless s/he has the rest of her/his tribe on the jury?

Voyeurism

(now…what was that pic I was supposed to post again? I can’t seem to recall…)

This TV season I only watched 3 shows: Survivor, The Amazing Race, and The Apprentice. They’re now finished, and I was pleased with the results on all three.

Tonight I was hurting BAD for some television. So before I drove to the new library (I am so much in love w/that place that I want to become a librarian) with Mom, I set the DVR to record “American Idol” and … and … another show I’m too embarassed to mention.

American Idol: I watched one song from each of the finalists. I like Bo, not only because he breaks the mold of the other Idols (I still don’t get the Clay phenomenon) , but because of the manly way he holds the microphone stand as he struts about the stage. He’s different. Carrie has a great voice, but strikes me as a less versatile Kelly Clarkson. Each year I indulge myself in one vote in the final episode. This year Bo got the vote. Tomorrow night I’ll watch the last 15 minutes and get a case of the chills no matter who wins.

The Other Show*: I only watched the last half hour or so…just to see the event. I laughed, I sniffled, I felt cheap and dirty for watching. Boy could have worn a tie though. But as much as I adore watching them…I think they need to fade away from the spotlight so that they can go and live a happy normal** life. (sigh)

I’m starting to get my Arthurian legend geek on again. Tonight I checked out “The Hollow Hills,” Mary Stewart’s sequel to “The Crystal Cave.”

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In other news, I dyed my hair light brown. Actually, the color is “Almond Roca.” I’m on the fence about it. You see…I’ve been screwing around with my hair color for almost 15 years. And I’m just plain tired of dealing with roots. So I tried to match my roots and my eyebrows. Unfortuantely, the hair took a wee bit of damage this time around (another reason I want to quit). And it’s…dark. But if this IS my natural color (and trust me…I’m speculating since I haven’t seen it in a while) then shouldn’t it be automatically flattering and feel ‘right?’ Sure it should.

Who’s starting the betting pool on when I go back to blonde?

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“When the crypt goes creak,
And the tombstones quake.
Spooks come out for a swinging wake.
Happy haunts materialize,
And begin to vocalize.
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize.”

Another classic voice gone, RIP Mr. Ravenscroft.

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* Aw, c’mon. You know what show I watched. I don’t have to write it.
**as normal as you can get after having five reality shows under your combined belts, that is. And over a million dollars to your names. And some cars and trips.

(picture…picture…I vaguely remember…)

aieeeeeeee!!!

For the first time EVER…the Survivor I wanted to win actually won. AND, he was the most deserving! Congratulations, Fireman Tom. You rocked my world and can carry me out of a burning building any day!

And after 16 weeks of my rooting for the ‘older guy’ to win, I learned tonight that Tom is 41. Only 8 years older than I am. Younger than Madonna, Michael Jackson and Brad Pitt. I also learned that someone with the same amount of athleticism and cunning as me can make it to the final two. (rolls eyes)

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