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Which is fair. But since Joseph, Kyle, and Michael are all non-factors now, that probably tilts the equation back in Taylor's favor some going forward. Well, if she survives the week. Since BB seldom gives me what I want, I think I'll do the opposite of Peach and pray for Alyssa in the F4 and an all-male F2. Reverse psychology on the universe.

"Kyle's from that state with all the Mormons—Ukraine, right?"

Heh. This is why I try not to form hard opinions about anybody too soon. (I started out with high hopes for Nicole, FFS.) Eventually these people all show their asses, and out of the average cast, I wouldn't cross the room to meet half of them, two or three might make me leave the room, and then there are the occasional saving graces like Donny or Taylor, but those only seem to slip through the filter once every two or three seasons.

You guys, they did it. From Nicole wiping Jasmine's ass to Monte's weird bathroom timings that directly impact the game, this cast has finally come full circle. The Ciiiircle of Shiiiiiiiiite. /Elton John

Thanks! My fear, though, is that I’d go in trying to be Britney…but end up playing like Brittany. Speaking of: I can’t believe she inherited some of Michael’s veto mojo. Maybe he was the one holding her in check and now she’ll comp-beast her way to the end as she spirals into batshit craziness. I mean, probably not, but this season keeps surprising.

No, although the idea did kinda sorta cross my mind—I'm at a weird crossroads these days and could possibly afford to spend three months away. Maybe I could've taken Terrance's place as the oldish guy! I'm pretty sure I'm not as toxic or delusional. I don't know if I'm interesting enough on paper to get Grodner's signoff, though. But there's always next year.

Hey, gotta give every bit of available broadcast time to the dishwater-dull ardent showmance that Grodner America loves so much. Since Michael's exit didn't quite land, I'm thinking maybe I'll parody it. You know, when I'm cast as the token oldie in a future season and am swiftly evicted. "Everybody please stay seated, I just have one thing to say—YOU BETTER WORK!" Then I'll hop up on the table and sashay out like it's a runway. Two spoofs in one.

Heh. My only real recollection of Jeremy is that I liked everybody else in the Top 6 more. When I jinx shit, I really jinx shit.

If I were Taylor, I'd've been like "I'm from South Detroit. Took the midnight train going anywhere, and here I am." I mean, if Alyssa doesn't like films older than 2010, I'm thinking it's a safe bet she doesn't know a 41YO song. Doubly so since the Sopranos finale is from 2007.

"Why do you believe you can be the Sole Survivor?" Mike: "Yes!" Hopefully he pays more attention in the actual game.

Honestly, I can't sweat them too much for their taste in music. They're mostly young and mostly dumb—essentially everything they'd know "firsthand" is from this century, not before. If I hadn't gone out of my way to take a music appreciation course in college, I might not be that much different. My frame of reference would just be larger because: old. Has Terrance ever talked about what kind of stuff he spins? I'm guessing it's largely current stuff, but he's certainly old enough to remember Chicago house, old-school electro, freestyle, even disco.

🤣 Could they? The feeds are what distinguish the show from every other reality comp out there. I suppose there'd still be an audience for it—q.v., the broadcast-only casuals—but a lot of the diehards might be out, because what's the point? They can't get rid of Grodner entirely because she owns the show, but since these incidents keep happening, I've always wondered if the suits might eventually encourage her to step down from day-to-day showrunning and bring on somebody else (maybe even somebody who can come up with good twists, let's shoot the moon here). But so far they still seem to be stuck in their No Bad Publicity loop, so I'm not terribly hopeful about it happening anytime soon, if ever.

I miss Rae Dawn Chong Challenges. But this'll do. I'm writing a story that takes place in 1989 and when one of the smart kids asks another his opinion about something, the other says, "It's dope. It's fly. It might even be, dare I say, hype."

Is BB Daily a better barometer of the general fanbase than Jokers? Which currently has Kyle at #12. September 26th.

Michael's more my type anyway. Bang him, then say he was just a number to get me closer to the end?

Looks that way, yup. Another somewhat promising season petering out in a tedious sausagefest. Fuck Kyle. And I said that shit.

Well, if nothing else, this should take Turner out of the running for AFP entirely, letting Taylor take it in a romp./silver lining It won't happen, but I kind of wish Grodner would revive Pandora's Box, DPOV, or Cootie Taw, because even though I'm sure I'd be disappointed with the outcome, we might as well go for Maximum Chaos at this point. Throw another grenade in, see how the pieces land, why not. There's still another four weeks to go, a healthy dose of "America hates us" paranoia would keep everyone on edge. Poppins is my favorite Disney flick overall, but I prefer to remember David Tomlinson as kindly Professor Browne from Bedknobs and Broomsticks rather than Mr. Banks.

Upvoted just for the Pirate Master reference. If only he'd adopted Azmyth's ridiculous fake accent...

So that's what she and Kyle see in each other—brevity.

When I think of Grodner's pets, they usually fall into one of three categories: vanilla alpha males with more muscle than brains or personality (Jeff, Jackson, now Kyle), surfer dudes (Frank, Tyler), and, well, Dick. Shallow pinups and human trash, basically. With a secondary tier for female vets so that she doesn't look like a complete misogynist, I suppose. Similar taste to Jeff Probst, but much more downmarket. Also, if you'd told me prior to this week that Grodner had been cited multiple times for leaving her dog in a hot car, I would be less than shocked. But after this whole split house/Dyre Fest debacle, I'm imagining her also forgetting her cat, her groceries, her phone, and her keys in the car. What is the thought process, Allison?

Well...Ra, Egyptian god of the sun, for starters. Not that I'd expect somebody as well-rounded in his dimwittedness as Kyle to know the first thing about historical mythologies, but you know. I realize he's pretty well past that age group, but wasn't it Mormon kids who invented soaking? I guess in Kyle's case, it'd have to be called cannonballing. Splashy and over in a blink.

I'm torn between wanting drama/the dominant alliance not steamrolling to the end and Kyle not getting what he wants/Grodner not getting the derpy showmance footage she wants. I guess I win either way? Except it's BB and the actual outcome will be disappointing regardless.

I wouldn't celebrate two morons marrying and breeding, but it almost might be worth it to see Jasmine's head explode from her birthday/anniversary/unbirthday being permanently upstaged like that. "Remember BB24? With Jasmine's birthday?" "Was that the season with 10-Second Kyle and Newark Alyssa's backyard wedding?" "Yeah." "There was a Jasmine?"

Five cousins on one side but 21 on the other, not counting my three siblings and me. Protestant but fertile. "Sorry, Jazzy, but the only birthdays that are officially recognized in the BB house are Keesha's and Rockstar's Daughter's. I vote to evict."

Either. Probably not for everybody, but it's a really filling combination. Any basic/mild cheese works, IMO—cheddar, Jack, Swiss. Can't quite bring myself to dunk Gouda or Red Dragon in the Skippy... Topic: I concur that 90 in LA really isn't so bad as long as there's shade and a breeze. If the hamsters stay hydrated, avoid direct sun as much as possible, and don't exert themselves much, they should be fine. It's not like other parts of the country where shit gets real with the humidity—I spent one summer in the Midwest and when it got that hot, I lasted about one Kyle outdoors before running back into the AC.