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Does he have some kind of leg or foot/knee/ankle injury? There seem to have been a few oblique references but I'm not sure. It could--cold--explain why he spends so much time making weird inventions or writing bad poetry.

Yes and good point. As I see it, the unending screeching and non-stop drunken episodes simply tells me that their sell by date is, indeed far,l far away...it can only been seen in the rear-view and fading into the sunset. I grew up with alcoholics in my family; I don't find drunks amusing, funny, spontaneous or fun-loving. I find it ugly, distasteful, sad and--if being drunk is a requirement for a good time, pathetic and needing professional help.

With respect, I'm not agreeing with this. Of course Jimmy is a complete prick but he was upfront about not wanting more kids, honest about that and it's to his credit that he was. If Meghan didn't believe him or thought he'd change his mind, she's a delusional, possibly entitled fool.

There's a difference between a glass or two of wine in a social situation to relax and being so plowed that you can't walk and cross the line to incontinence.

I agree. I also think that Noah is one of those younguns who believes his own PR. Mom and Dad and his sibs told him over and over how smart and inventive he is and he bought it. 'Can't blame him but a little perspective isn't a bad thing.

Thank you. These women (yes, I'm talking about the terrible 3) are in one of the most beautiful, exotic places on Earth, likely on an all expense paid trip to what is clearly one of the best /high end hotels on the island and the best they can come up with is to get falling down, shrieking drunk, falling in the pool and then exclaiming how they'd just peed in it. No, not funny. Sad and pathetic. As to Meghan wishing her stepkids were actually hers; when my son was an infant an old friend of my now ex came over one day, took a roll of pic of the baby (she was a pro photographer) and gave us the prints a week or so later. Thank you very much. She later told me that she'd kept a set for herself and put them up at work, her co-workers thought my son was her kid and...wasn't that so neat? She was smiling as she said this, taking it as the best thing since sliced bread. Yeah...no, it wasn't. Back the fuck off, Meghan--dead or alive, these kids have an actual mother. I agree with the poster who said that this thing is circling the drain; new woman joins cast, jealousy, arguments about nothing, fighting, bitching, everyone takes sides, unforgiven non-insults, wasted exotic trip, more fights, lots of drinking, more fighting about nothing. Repeat. Stupid and boring.

Hi diddley-dee, an actor's life for me, Hi diddley dum, an actor's life is fun! I believe that it may be from Disney's Pinocchio Apologies for my absence (not that I expect that anyone noticed amidst the flurry of fabulous snark)...my internet took a bear crap and just returned after 3 days. I happen to live in a town which only has one provider and their wires predate the Revolution. Every time it rains, snows, we have an ice storm or a squirrel farts we lose service. Yes, annoying. Browntownians? I love it! Ridgey, of course you may get some of my mittens, but only if you promise not to send them to our neighbors in the far north via Hoonah. You also sew? Damn, woman, I knew I liked you like a soul mate! I'm the little lady in town who takes in sewing --don't laugh, you'd be surprised how many people think that putting in a zipper ='s rocket science. 'Keeps me in Dorito's and M&M's. BTW, have you tried the M&M ice cream sandwiches you cab find in the ice freezer of your local store? Damn tasty, those. Okay, but seriously, the thing about the lost footage which cheesed me off was the POV the producers took which was that this was all real. Uh-huh...those poor Browntownians, shivering in their tents and hunters shack, those poor, really poor people who just can't catch a break--having to tote that dead deer 2 miles back to camp. No mention that it was likely shot by some paid for local or that the Browns are actually living in a perfectly nice lodge/hotel, just BS about how the production crew had to take the boat to the site every day and it was really, really scary and they could have died! It's the piling on the lies which annoys me--I suspect that I could do better in the bush than these idiots. I know enough not to make camp in a bear's territory, that you don't leave all your stuff out and unprotected when you go away, or leave your only tools out to be snowed on, that you don't start building a homestead when it's already snowing and forget to put in a food store and find yourself some real clothing for survival in the arctic. The rope got tangled in the damn prop? Damn, I've been using motor boats my whole life and, someow, never managed that. I guess I'll have to try harder. On the other hand, they're bright enough to score this show and their paychecks may start to pay their legal costs (pro bono lawyers maybe?) and the fines they'll be looking at. Home schooled is fine but it was also apparent that the child had no clue about what she was reciting, just words, no feeling, no understanding. And that was no speech impediment, that was just the family accent, y'know.

Y'see Clod, m'friend, that's the thing which also burns my ass--they're clearly (bad) actors playing roles written either for them for production or are simply living the lives they've carved out for themselves--or both--for the cameras, PR, $ and attention which they, undoubtedly, will finagle into future $ and attention. The only fly I see in the scam is the upcoming court cases they're going to be fighting--on camera, of course. These people are grifters of the highest order who've managed to get the production company to buy what they're selling and palm it off onto the public. It will continue as long as it's profitable or is shut down by the courts of Alaska. Where will the furniture, appliances and the rest come from? Heavens--we saw that the boys scored kitchen cabinets from that empty house/apartment or whatever it was they were supposedly cleaning out. The furniture? They make that themselves with the chainsaw. Coat hooks? Ams and the girls fix them right up from discarded twigs. Mind you, I spent 30+ years making my living in theater and I know BS when I see it. Entertaining as this mess may be (though not nearly as entertaining as this site, thank you all very much), it's a scam. It's a cheat and people are buying it--okay, some people are, anyway. I also find the massive holes in logic and common sense to now be at the point of insulting; the seriously inappropriate clothing, the endless incredibly stupid mistakes like the skiff drifting away more than once, the always a dollar short and a day too late with housing, supposed former fishermen losing the damn crab pot, the rotten boats they don't know how to use, not enough food because of poor or no planning. Of course these are all plot points from the writers but this is just moronic. Okay, rant over. down to 88 today--relief and I snagged 2 Christmas presents for friends and a pair of comfy shoes at the local sidewalk sales. My newest craftshow product (mittens lined in fleece made from recycled sweaters--not an original idea, I'll grant, but those puppies are selling better than I'd hoped in the middle of summer...cold weather may be good to my bank account. I think I figured out how to hem a dress for a customer (yes, I'm a sewing fool)--not a difficult thing, you say? You should see this frigging fabric; nightmare but with my sewing machine's double needle inserted and set on slow it may work--yay but stay tuned. If not I may die and my dreams will be over...Life is good!

Now you're talking, Hawk--I'll being the graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate (Hershey's, of course). Oh, and the pinot grigio...enough for everyone.

Yes, Zoeysmom, that was the article, thank you. Regarding Meghan, she just strikes me as one of those folks who desperately want to be famous (need attention? low self-esteem? empty life? lack of other inner resources? whatever) and seems to believe that she's found her personal path to happiness with a well known, wealthy husband (though I had no idea who Jim is/was, but then I'm not a big baseball fan), exposure on a national, albeit cable, TV show and the attendant various magazine and blog articles. What I suspect she doesn't get is that this is, at best, superficial notoriety. It's not like she's making important medical breakthroughs or producing great art or anything. Unlike Paris Hilton (I can't believe I'm actually writing this sentence...) I don't think Meghan has the street smarts to grow her toe in the door into an actual quasi career of products, speaking engagements, club openings and that kind of thing. I also suspect that she thinks that she'll be able to wrangle this into long lasting exposure and fame and money. As the old saying goes, the egg timer is ticking. My belief is that these HW shows are coming to the end of their lifespan within a couple of years, to be replaced with whatever comes next. Meghan is, at best, a small flash in the pan.

I just read an article earlier today (which, of course, I can't find again) in which Meghan says something about how it's PITA to hear people talking about her pink hair, that if the now deceased wife saw it she'd love it because she had several wigs to cover her chemo baldness and one was red. She added that the folks who accuse her--Meghan--of trying to attract attention are full of it. Okay, I'm paraphrasing but whatever. Honey, anyone with bright pink hair wants attention. I don't care if you do it because pink is your favoritist color, to piss off your parents, because you're in an indie band or because your husband is ignoring you; pink hair is an attention getter, especially when you debut it on a nationally syndicated TV show.

Well, we saw the expertise when Gabe tried to use a chainsaw a while ago. As memory serves he screwed it up so badly it took Billy to unbind the thing--and since they'd only brought one chain saw with them to build their cabin and clear the land (!), it was a problem. And let us not forget the calm professionalism of their efforts to fix and maintain their myriad boats... Besides, what need do they have for motor vehicles (other than above mentioned boats) since Matt can simply climb inside some old tires and roll thither and yon and Bear can just climb trees and swing from vines? 95 and humid here. I know it's OT but, damn, it's unpleasant. My hair will frizz and my M&M's will melt.

Dang it Hawk--I think that you may be on to something here. It would explain why the boys are still, in their 20's and 30's--still boys in just about every sense of the word. Either gelding or the $ the production company hands over for every episode plus the probable per diem they all get, the meals, the lodging, the rental cars...

Ah Ridgey, southern doesn't always mean, well...southern (if you catch my drift). Of course my pup is a rescue from Georgia and that hound likes nothing more than a bit of squirrel tartar when he can catch one on the hoof in the backyard. Mint M&M's.........yuuuum. So, okay we know that Matt has had at least one GF (what--no grandbabies?????!?) and Bard Noah farted and fell, as my ole' daddy would say. But what about the rage repressed Bam and then extreme Bear? And Gabe...just no. No to that.? Are we to assume that the boys are actually uninitiated to the ways of love? Right, Maybe Matt, being the oldest, graying at 32 has some..ahem...experience but the rest? The girls I discount entirely as Rain is still darn young and Bird is till playing with dolls; not generally considered a turn on for most young men I know. They lived in the bush all their lives (work with me here, okay?) they have to know how grandbabies happen and, even if they don't, they're old enough to have hormones.

You may well be right but Vicki seems to me like someone who hasn't a clue about how to deal with real people or cope with a real relationship. She has two failed marriages behind her, had--at best--rocky relationships with her kids while they were growing up and beyond. Recall Mike refusing to let her know his address for a time? She's desperately insecure and likely has put her sense of self-worth and self esteem into her earning ability and the tangible proof of her 'success' that it can buy--big houses, cars, vacation homes, plastic surgery, a Rolex and whatever else impresses her as having 'made it'. She also seems to me (warning--amateur arm-chair shrinking here) to be desperately hanging onto her hope/belief/whatever that she's still a hot mama--hence the new boobs, face lifts and whatever else she does to deny the fact that she's not a spring chick anymore. She strikes me as one of those women who are incomplete with a man; not because she needs someone to eat dinner with (though that's nice) but to prove to herself and anyone who cares that she can still get a guy and is desirable. She knocks and berates women who don't bring home a paycheck (and IMO a SAHM generally works damn hard, thank you) because she couldn't be one when her kids were young. She went to work through necessity and made a decent paycheck to support herself and her kids--to her real credit--but now she builds herself up by knocking other people. I do, however, agree with her that everyone needs outside interests and support (be it from friends, family or coworkers) beyond and must have enough financial savvy to be able to take over, support themselves if need be or even if they simply want to. We all know too many people who end up divorced/widowed/alone and don't know how to balance a checkbook, make sure the car is maintained or that the gutters may need to be cleaned before they back up and you need a new roof. Helpless and ignorant aren't good things. And yes, Meghan would do well to keep up her contacts when she becomes Mike's latest ex. I actually wondered if the fact that they ended up buying a $2.something million house instead of a higher priced one was to lessen his loss during the inevitable divorce since California is a community property state. God--I'm such a cynic.

Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't it come out that Ms Vicks was 'working late' while actually meeting up with and screwing Brooks? I seem to recall that and she essentially justified it by saying that Donn had a longstanding affair during their marriage. And yes, Meghan is vile but she does in fact work--she's likely pulling in 6 figures from Bravo. 4th wall be damned!

Damn Ridgey--have you tried the pretzel M&M's? How about the mint or crackle ones? Mimi M's baked in cookies? Ambrosia of the good lord! I admit it--you are my soul mate and I'm going to start writing you poems which will make my poet sister in law green with envy. You'll die, I swear! So, okay the last ep showed the ruin of Browntown, the pesky bears making it clear that they're tired of filming crews, helicopters waking them up and being barked at by Mr Cupcake, though he seems to be a pleasant enough pup--many rescues are, including my own purebred American canine (as a friend has dubbed my pup). But will the main house ever get an actual roof? Will the door they found, the good lord knows where (okay, it was built/installed by the paid construction crew) hold against the onslaught of winter? Will Noah be snug as a bug in a rug in his trappers shack writing odes lamenting the lose of his soulmate? Will the production company post bail/pay the fines for those annoying indictments? What, oh what will happen should Brother Billy end up sentenced to do hard time and he can't breathe that free air of the bush? Will Browntown be confiscated by the good state of Alaska to pay the various outstanding warrants and likely judgements? (yes, I know it's leased by the production company or someone/thing but work with me here). How will the boys survive without Billy suggesting what needs to be done and by whom and when? Will Ami ever get dentures or will she be forever eating all of her meals through a straw? Will Bear finally fall out of one of those damn trees? WHEN DOES THE NEXT SEASON START OR WILL WE DIE WAITING???????

Ah hell, Hawk--I was thinking that maybe we could barter a case or so of Doritos for some of that fine free fish, battered though it may be. Barter, that's the way the good lord meant the bush to be so that no one would ever die, don'tcha know? Crikey, fires in the rain; I think I feel a song cue coming on..."And it seems to me that they lived their lives like fires in the rain..." C'mon, sing along with me and Elton! Even a more radical concept--work for a living....

I don't want to turn this into a forum about military life but you're right in what you say. We were lucky in having a small but new, reasonably state of the art commissary and yes, the selection could be limited due to it's smallish size but there was also an aisle with a lot of imported food for the many foreign assignees on base and that stuff was fun. And yes, the travel perks can be good--with Dad we stayed in the VIP guest quarters at Ft Meade, just outside of Washington DC--that was a nice place. We also were able to access the guest quarters world wide while traveling--it was cheap and great. Sadly--and inexcusably--it's also true that food stamps and other hardships aren't uncommon; long separations, money problems and the list goes on and on. It's a hard life, no question. I reiterate my opinion that the relatively few perks are well earned and deserved.

Whaddya mean? Billy was a commercial fisherman for 30 years and the kids were raised on boats, goldangit. I mean, before they sank under their feet which is yet another time they all could have died! I just thank the good lord...

Military families can also generally access base privileges like use of the PX and the commissary. Depending on the base the PX is either like a 5&10 , a small Walmart's or a smallish department store with good prices. The commissary is basically the base grocery store (also varies from base to base regarding size) but when I was doing the shopping for my housebound father, a retired colonel who had earned lifetime privileges through years of overseas combat deployment in WW2 and many more years in the army after he got home, the savings were huge. I may be wrong here but I was told that the food was sold at close to cost + 5%, they also accepted coupons and sometimes had sales. Dad was a full colonel and had seniority but, with few exceptions, the lower ranks aren't getting rich and it is a strain for them to make ends meet if they're, say, married with a couple of young kids. This is a real help for them and something which, IMO, they earn and deserve. Our local base also had a nice outdoor pool for summer months which they could use--it was always filled with the base kids and they looked like they were having a ball. I don't begrudge it to them for a second.

I'm the person who stopped fishing the day I caught a fair-sized pike, was rounded congratulated by my grandfather and cried when he didn't let it go, insisting on having it for dinner...but...I think they called that red/orange fish a 'yelloweye'. Much as I love me a nice broiled fish dinner, out in the local bush my sympathies are entirely with the wildlife. Us wussy lower 48ers...Hey, Ridgey--you just gave us our collective name, you cleverpuss, you! Now we won't die unknown and forgotten, thank the good lord. And Hawk--I can see this as a new Olympic sport...no, better.. I've got it; 'I'll take fish punching for $200, Alec'

Thanks Ridgey--can't say I'm even slightly surprised, just conforms pretty much what we already either knew or suspected and yes, if the production company is seriously releasing unshown clips then it's probable that this will be back. Can't wait.

Oh yikes, the chickens! I was worried about them too. Okay, I live in the lower 48 (color me ashamed) but various neighbors of mine have had chickens, ducks and geese over the years and, bless the good lord, were always mighty generous with their fresh eggs. Unfortunately they (the chicks, not the neighbors) all came to a sad and quick end via the local fox population. I'm thinking those birds wouldn't have stood much of a chance against hungry bears and being locked in a coop wouldn't have helped--bears are darn strong. And I'm such a Luddite--I couldn't find Matt's ex anywhere. Dagnabit. So now I'm verklempt--no more Brown fixes for months and months...I cheer myself with the thought of our heroes and heroines battling 'da man' in court because they did nothing wrong! And it's so unfair. I cringe thinking about what could happen to Browntown--it could die! I'm thinking we should take up a collection and send then a case of Doritos because we have no choice... Okay, in true I'm really waiting for the reality of their shady finances come to light; snark city!

Okay Hawk--you're off the proverbial hook; but I maintain that Doritos are Doritos--stale, soggy or just as the good lord meant them to be. So watching that finale a few minutes ago all I could think was that this whole series is Woody Allen's rewrite of the Clampetts. The real hauling captain gives them a chance to start their business but..Oh no!...there's a big ole rotted board on the gunwale and the boat could sink and they could die! But they jury rig and bullshit patch with patch gunk (and never mind putting another board over it to strengthen the mess) and carry on but...oh no!...the steering is screwed and if they don't get it fixed they can't make their drop offs and their business could die! But it's okay because they dump some hydraulic fluid in the system and--like magic!--it's fixed but they can't leave yet because Brother Matt blinds himself in one eye by hitting himself in the eye with his pagan necklace. But he's okay, just 1/2 blind so they take off late into the maelstrom of the evil tide where they could die! And the ship could sink! But it's okay until they get to the first drop off and now the water's too shallow and the boat could hit the rocks and then both Integrity and the Browns could die! But it's okay because the local bush people are compadres and the kids love their new baby goats. Moving on after murdering a slew of fish the evidently don't eat because they all have to get some sleep we move on for more fun dropping off the wood and gym mats. Anyone notice they dragged them in their plastic shipping bags which had to have torn the hell out of them and rendering them as brandy-new as the 40 year old mats they're supposed to replace--hadn't it occurred to them to may get, oh, I dunno, maybe some dolly's or at least hand trucks for deliveries? Nah. But it's okay because now they have smelly 40 year old gym mats to use on their boat for padding--why no one thought of using it to pad those dock pilings...why do I even ask? Silly me. Eventually they get back to Beartown to find it trashed by those pesky bear neighbors and pluckily set to cleaning up, setting things to rights and carrying on because that's what Browns do because they work together. Am I the only one who noticed that they didn't check the house for those naughty neighbors? They just said it was lucky that the bears couldn't get into the house-- whew!--until later that night when they all crawl into get some shuteye and..yup, you guessed it...they all die! I maintain that the boat (along with everything else in this mashup since episode 1 of season 1) was bought, leased or borrowed by Discovery and has been all along to further the scripted plot. The good lord knows that I am a cynic of the first order. edited because my typing sucks tonight