Friday, September 25, 2009

Dimples of Destruction

OK, I'm sitting at Folsom Lake Toyota waiting for my car to be serviced, so let's see if I can pound this out while I drink crappy, burned coffee, listen to extremely rude people whistle loudly through their nostrils as they breathe out of their deviated septums, and gag back my revulsion reflex as Fox News plays on the wide screen...

...of course, as I always say, none of this is anything that a little mandatory prayer in school couldn't solve of course...



So we're only in week 2, but I've already got some awards to hand out...

Don't tell Kanye!

Season 19 has:
  • The hottest female cast ever (Marisa, Ashley, Monica, Natalie, Yasmin, Laura, Elizabeth, Kelly...let's hope Probst grabs the peanut butter for a future food/nudity challenge, and gents: keep that fresh box of Kleenex by your couch at all times...)
  • The dumbest male cast ever (In all fairness, Ben's all-encompassing idiocy brings the curve way up past the next dumbest cast - Australia, again with a single person - Colby - carrying the bulk of the weight.)
  • The most evil Russell ever (with two Russells on the show this season, it's still an absolute runaway...)
...close runner-ups in the most evil Russell ever

It's also obvious that even this early in the season, one of the teams is in serious trouble, having lost three players in two weeks, while the other tribe is solid and focused. You know that a tribe is going far when you don't recognize half the people on the team and only ever get to see them during a challenge.

Still...it's not like I'm complaining. Evil Russell is absolutely delightful, and with the new addition of his sidekick, Evil Ben, it promises to be a helluva ride this season.

More evil Bens...

CBS immediately combines reward and immunity in a single, bloody, extremely physical jungleball type of challenge in which Evil Ben gets booted for clipping Gentle Russell, and Mike nearly has a heart attack...

Which is the scarier jungleball? You be the judge...

Purple wins (again), due to Probst booting Evil Ben for an illegal move, and in a lil' twist, Probst sends Yasmin over to the Yellow tribe to "observe" as part of their reward. Unfortunately for Yellow, Yasmin thought he said "unnerve," and proceeds to force the Purple tribe to gather around her for a "deserved" tongue lashing. Unfortunately for Evil Ben, "tongue lashing" doesn't mean what he's used to it meaning when he steals all his buddies' girlfriends, and he and his evil possee are primed for revenge.

Yasmin even has the gumption/balls/stupidity to pull Evil Ben aside and scream at him for taking her down during the challenge. Evil Ben is - perhaps for the first time in his life - shocked as what a girl has done to him with her tongue, and lamely retaliates by spewing something about her "lack of good grammar" ...or something. It's a friggin' battle of the witless.

Recreation of the battle (artist's rendition...)

I'm still not sure why anyone would let something bother them when it comes from someone who had just disdainfully proclaimed, "who invented loving the outdoors?!" ...but hey, he's evil. What do you expect?

Still, it's fireworks at the Yellow camp with Yasmin stirring it up, but Evil Russell is right in his dream environment, and basks in the controversy. You know, I have to say, his strategy is pretty damn solid. Sabotaging his teammates, encouraging confrontation, making people live in fear...if he has any public faults at this point, it's that he's too visible. Also, it remains to be seen how his strategy translates to entering the merge (assuming he gets there) with a tribe a fraction of the size of the other tribe. Typically this would be a deathwish (although last season told a different story for once, so technically it's not impossible to succeed...). And, of course, his growing cockiness is never a promising prelude to longevity...

Also, how much would it be hating to be part of Russell's tribe right now? Living in fear, numbers dwindling, two evil a-holes stirring it up...Mick and Jaison, in particular, are in a weird, difficult spot. Although - Jaison, c'mon dude, how the hell are your tribemates supposed to trust someone who wears long white slacks to participate on Survivor...living 39 days in the jungle?

More bad clothing options for Suvivor...

As Jeff mentions at the end of Tribal Council, the one thing the Yellow tribe has going for them is that they voted together. True, and that does show some form of solidarity...but I also liked it when Evil Ben called Probst out by saying that "Jeff's Sissy Rules" during the Immunity Challenge were lame.

Oh baby - now here it comes! Be prepared for that trademarked Probst Bitchslap! That underhanded but brilliant Acerbic Retaliation of Death! Those Dimples of Destruction!!

...But instead: nothing. No response, no follow up. So whathefuh? What happened? Where is our rock and its dimples when we need them?

...Biding their time my children, biding their time...

Until next week,

Probst Beef

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Evil Incarnate With a Twist of Bellybutton Lint

Ahh, the onset of Fall.

The lazy, slow baked days at the end of summer. The preemptive declaration of cold mornings and early evenings...weeks before it actually gets cold or dark too early - like a Sunday morning clean-up and rapid departure at a weekend rental house. The pixelated silicon poking through floss-thin spaghetti straps or hairy ballsack peek-a-boo carrots fuzzed out by lazy CBS interns.

We know what's coming. We prepare. And we bask.

Season 19: Samoa.

It's interesting - the near obsessive-compulsive addiction to this show, right? I mean, how many other shows that have been around forever are you fanatical about and place the host on a deity pedestal?

Right: none.

So it sure is comforting to sink back in the couch with a group of friends, crack an ice cold Sierra Nevada, pop on the ole HD flatscreen, and let the sarcastic beratements begin.


We kick off with 20 contestants - which clearly means that CBS will be creatively figuring out a way to boot multiple people a couple times this season (if you think about it - there are only 13 episodes, not counting the crappy Thanksgiving "recap" episode, which thankfully makes us happy that tryptophan induces an aversion to coherence...), a South Pacific tropical location (wow, what a friggin' stretch, CBS!), a slew of young, hot girls and guys (at what point does it become creepy that the main reason I TiVo this show and The Real World is to ogle the barely legal sexually promiscuous girls who desperately seek 40 something men?...uh, I mean, that's what I heard... And ladies - don't be judgin'; I see you getting all hopped up on taut, young rippling muscles and male dimples - mimples...), and a blog post kick-off record for the longest sentence on record. Whew.

The contestants paddle to an island in silence, and are told to select two leaders without talking. Immediately, it is obvious that the latter part of these instructions is going to be VERY difficult for...what's her name? Rambo? Shambo? Jambo?

The newest contestant on Survivor Samoa...

The first tribe selects Russell S., aka: Lennox Lewis, aka: Tim Meadows, aka: the sole "Afro" American on the tribe (racial profiling slur courtesy of Jeffrey Tambor lookalike, Mike).


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But the early standout, is evil incarnate: Russell H., who quickly and throughout the remainder of the episode, schemes, degrades, insults, lies, offends and, of course, completely satisfies our every hope and desire: intrigue. (Don't get me started...remember the whole Coach debate?)

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The episode continues its glorious ascent into greatness via fuzzed out privates within the first 10 minutes (eternal gravitas to Marisa), followed by a rant-for-the-ages from Russell. Nothing subtle or even slightly disturbing about an angry, deeply deranged guy who immediately forms an alliance with every hot chick in his tribe, absolutely berates them behind their back, then spins a Coach-like Amazonian tale about Hurricane Katrina tribulations and a (fictional) dead 9-year old German Shepherd. Then, to top this off, he targets fan favorite, Marisa (OK, she was MY favorite...but did you see that sexy fuzz? I mean, c'mon!), who - wonderfully, has the gall to call him on his bullsh*t, which ultimately makes her his target for a kick in the ass on the way out.

Can you say "douchebag?"

"I knew you could!"

Sigh. But it promises good tension, memorable drama, and perhaps - if we're lucky - a few episodes of us yelling incessantly at the TV while burping half-digested yeasty mouthfuls filled with equal mixtures of bile and love.

Let's hope for the best.

Until next week,

Probst Beef

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Season 19 Mere Days Away...



That's right kiddos - September 17, 2009 - check it out: http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor/


Early rumors indicate there will be no Survivor Pool this season...just tasteless ramblings from yours truly who appears to incomprehensively enjoy the incessant clicking of his tired keyboard and a relentless pursuit of bizarre references and marginally offensive graphics.


Are you whet(ted) yet?


Looking forward to another fun season. Would love for you to comment on posts, post your own thoughts/ramblings, or invite/recommend others to join. Let's get a community gorn.


Probst Beef