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Mar. 15th, 2006 07:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosLast night at work was insane. Correction ... *I* was insane. At one point at about four-thirty in the morning, I was laughing so hard I was on my knees in a fit of the giggles, which was a pretty amazing point to reach considering they're shafting me out of four hours of overtime tonight, I didn't get a bonus like everybody else, and they sent everybody with the least bit of seniority home early which meant me and about five other people got to stay behind. I got to mop for two hours. Yeah, that was a useful reason to keep me. *eyeroll*
But in the end we all got incredibly silly, and I was wondering what the hell was up until I went outside and said, "Hey, is that a full moon?" That explained a LOT.
I'm trying to decide whether to pick up the new computer today (I think I should have enough in my account) or write more fic. I haven't posted fic since Saturday. If I weren't me, I'd think I were sick or something. ;)
As for TAR ... HEE! I loved the "to be continued" if only because Eric and Jeremy were so damn quietly pissed about it not being the pit stop.
Okay, by teams ...
Eric and Jeremy -- How much do I have to pay for these two schmucks to go away? It's one thing to be attention-seeking boobs like BJ and Tyler where all you're really doing is making asses out of yourselves rather than taking other people down with you, but these two idiots want to take any pretty girl they come across and treat her like a piece of meat. And hello, when the hell do these two and the Pinks have time to do anything at a Pit Stop? For crying out loud, the time they spend at a Pit Stop is the same amount of time I spend at work every night. Sure, it feels like forever, but that's because they're making me do useless stuff like mop for two hours straight. And the worst part is that they're good at this, goddamn it. (I realized the other day that at no time have they ever commented about Desiree, who's easily the most beautiful woman on the Race, which either means she's not trampy enough for them, she shot them down fairly quickly, or her mother's presence turned them off. Or either she's a lesbian or they think she is.)
BJ and Tyler -- Again, capable and well-meaning, but I'm reminded of the whole issue of spazz wranglers and how these two might require an entire rodeo circuit worth of them. The hippie thing might not be so bad if they weren't ALWAYS ON. It never shuts off, and it's repellent, no matter how nice they might mean to be or how good they might be at all of this.
Lake and Michelle -- I hereby reinstate my request for attack dinosaurs to be used at Phil's behest to eat teams that piss him off.
Fran and Barry -- How the hell do these two keep winning that stupid T-mobile call-off thing? Is it because they haven't keeled over from heart attacks yet? Because I can think of no good reason these two should be getting props from the audience. Just because you manage to endure despite being old should not earn you the phone poll equivalent of a golf clap, especially considering neither one of them can pick the right Detour to save their lives and they can't stop saying, "This is it, we're so eliminated." GOD.
Danielle and Dani -- I'm not speaking to you until you're not speaking to Eric and Jeremy. I don't want to catch asstard cooties from you. And leaving your stuff at the pool? Not making me like you any better at ALL.
Dave and Lori -- Like PUPPIES. And they're just so enthused to be going places. "Yay, we're going to Moscow!" Now, THAT'S the kind of attitude I want to see. Not, "Oh, we've come to test our relationship." Dude, if you have to go on a reality show, particularly this reality show, to do that, you so fail.
Joseph and Monica -- They're growing on me, surely but steadily.
Ray and Yolanda -- Still awesome. I do love the fact that everybody at the pool was cheering her on like that. It was a nice contrast to those morons on the street in Brazil.
Desiree and Wanda -- Well, here's hoping they don't self-destruct next week. *crosses fingers*
But in the end we all got incredibly silly, and I was wondering what the hell was up until I went outside and said, "Hey, is that a full moon?" That explained a LOT.
I'm trying to decide whether to pick up the new computer today (I think I should have enough in my account) or write more fic. I haven't posted fic since Saturday. If I weren't me, I'd think I were sick or something. ;)
As for TAR ... HEE! I loved the "to be continued" if only because Eric and Jeremy were so damn quietly pissed about it not being the pit stop.
Okay, by teams ...
Eric and Jeremy -- How much do I have to pay for these two schmucks to go away? It's one thing to be attention-seeking boobs like BJ and Tyler where all you're really doing is making asses out of yourselves rather than taking other people down with you, but these two idiots want to take any pretty girl they come across and treat her like a piece of meat. And hello, when the hell do these two and the Pinks have time to do anything at a Pit Stop? For crying out loud, the time they spend at a Pit Stop is the same amount of time I spend at work every night. Sure, it feels like forever, but that's because they're making me do useless stuff like mop for two hours straight. And the worst part is that they're good at this, goddamn it. (I realized the other day that at no time have they ever commented about Desiree, who's easily the most beautiful woman on the Race, which either means she's not trampy enough for them, she shot them down fairly quickly, or her mother's presence turned them off. Or either she's a lesbian or they think she is.)
BJ and Tyler -- Again, capable and well-meaning, but I'm reminded of the whole issue of spazz wranglers and how these two might require an entire rodeo circuit worth of them. The hippie thing might not be so bad if they weren't ALWAYS ON. It never shuts off, and it's repellent, no matter how nice they might mean to be or how good they might be at all of this.
Lake and Michelle -- I hereby reinstate my request for attack dinosaurs to be used at Phil's behest to eat teams that piss him off.
Fran and Barry -- How the hell do these two keep winning that stupid T-mobile call-off thing? Is it because they haven't keeled over from heart attacks yet? Because I can think of no good reason these two should be getting props from the audience. Just because you manage to endure despite being old should not earn you the phone poll equivalent of a golf clap, especially considering neither one of them can pick the right Detour to save their lives and they can't stop saying, "This is it, we're so eliminated." GOD.
Danielle and Dani -- I'm not speaking to you until you're not speaking to Eric and Jeremy. I don't want to catch asstard cooties from you. And leaving your stuff at the pool? Not making me like you any better at ALL.
Dave and Lori -- Like PUPPIES. And they're just so enthused to be going places. "Yay, we're going to Moscow!" Now, THAT'S the kind of attitude I want to see. Not, "Oh, we've come to test our relationship." Dude, if you have to go on a reality show, particularly this reality show, to do that, you so fail.
Joseph and Monica -- They're growing on me, surely but steadily.
Ray and Yolanda -- Still awesome. I do love the fact that everybody at the pool was cheering her on like that. It was a nice contrast to those morons on the street in Brazil.
Desiree and Wanda -- Well, here's hoping they don't self-destruct next week. *crosses fingers*
