LAST EDITED ON 03-23-19 AT 07:58 PM (EST)Howdy folks, time for another fireside chat about this week’s adventures, ‘cept this time there is no fire. I mean, there is only one building code on the island, and that is that there can be no fireplaces in the tops of palm trees.
It isn’t a building code rule, but due to funding problems, there is also no A/C. So when I heard that Reem was coming I thought that that meant someone was going to install central air here. But instead, it turns out that it was just a new survivor, a real crabby and hungry mama bear with blood in her eyes named Reem. That’s ok though, because I have a plan to get a real wad of money (kidnap the EPMB’s dog Arfie – yeah, the kids must have named it. Arfie? Wow, real imaginative kids) so I can get a bit of studio modernization accomplished. Meantime, that off-shore breeze ain’t half bad, especially when I sit in such a way as to let it blow up one side of my jams and out the other. Actually, it’s quite nice that way.
Anyway, back to this week’s adventure. I was tooling down the island freeway (well, a dirt path) in my Bentley (invisible, I use an invisible steering wheel and say "beep" or, when I'm particularly aggravated, "Toot! Toot! Toot!, like when someone won’t go at a light. Which would be invisible too, so tooting is completely random). I say “Vroom Vroom” when I gun the engine, and “Screeeeech” when I come to a halt or when I peel out.
I hang my arm out the make-believe window with an “I’m available” smile to pick up chicks (chickens). They are a bit skittish, so it takes some maneuvering to get them in the back seat for some smooching. And pecking. Smooching and pecking with these chicks isn’t as much fun as I initially thought it would be, so mainly I just cruise the island in the ol’ Bent using flip flop power.
When I say it like that it might not sound like much of an adventure, but believe me, it is. The island hermit crab population scurries around like crazy when they see me coming, I’ll tell you what. But today was even more crazy than that. As I motored past the intersection of Jungle Trail and Crab Alley, I saw a wild island Iguana who refused to move from the middle if the path.
Well, on this island we have rules and traffic laws that I make up, and Iguanas cannot be permitted to ignore said traffic laws. So naturally, in my capacity as Island Highway Patrol Officer (self-appointed), I couldn’t let that go unpunished. I activated my siren (I used my imitation French Model T “aooga aooga aooga” siren this time), picked up the perpetrator and placed it in jail (my inbox on a corner of my desk.) It immediately went on a hunger strike and refused to touch his lettuce leaf, and it continues to stare at me reproachfully without blinking. It’s disconcerting and it’s getting to me, so I’m thinking about commuting its sentence. That damn lizard.
Blink, damn you Iguana-Man, Blink!
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #1:
Returning players:
..Aubrey – In her first Survivor run she was the meek girl who grew strong and survived almost to the end. In her second she started strong and got booted early on. She forgot what worked for her, and so far it’s led to an eviction.
..David – Made it to the merge without getting targeted. Also without a discernable plan, except for focusing on the other returning player on his tribe. He has a target, but not a strategy. Now it seems he may have allied with his target. David is more lost than found. Also, he’s one of the girls on Lesu.
..Wentworth – Pure defensive game, targeted by David, so she’s has been working overtime to keep fingers in dikes, figuratively. But she knows witchcraft, so the little David doll with needles in its eyes my come into play.
..Joe – He’s in defensive mode, targeted by the women on his tribe, and his best offense may also be to have his fingers in a dyke. Literally.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #2: Introducing the new Lesu tribe; Three girls David and Warthog who throw like girls plus one manly girl, Lauren who throws like a man (Nolan Ryan), bless her and those lolos.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #3: Non-manly Warthog kept dropping 99 lb non-manly David in the Reward Challenge, a possible foreshadowing of when David drops Warthog at some future TC?
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #4: Stopping for a moment to honor the goddess lying in the sand sunbathing. And thy name is Lauren. May you never be voted off my TV screen.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #5: Am becoming a lecherous fan of Victoria, and pox on anyone who tries to disrespect her perfectly quivering lolos. Real, I tell you real! Adding to that she and those little lolos were particularly adept at throwing bolos among a bunch of yoyos. And she did it solo. So there-lo.
Also gained serious respect for her. She seems to be a compliant passive player, but she may actually be just the right blend of friend and backstabber. Go Victoria.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #6: And God whispered to Keith, when thou getteth thy clue, runneth off the beach whileth the donkeys bray and standeth around with their thumbs uppeth their buttocks holes, and retrevith the advantage. And it was good, until Chris who was fleeter of foot hip checked him out of the way at the last moment. And the Audience Gods laughed and saidth “Nice Try, Loser”.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #7: Not mentioned in the published bios is the fact that Gavin is a 1930’s gangster. Mustache is giveaway. Personal item is violin case.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #8: Expect to see petulance reflected in rapid fire Tourette’s cussing from Wendy when she finds out that her chickens are on the menu. One thing Tourette’s is good for is producing a good cussing out.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #9: Reem, the new Volcano erupting in Fiji.
The Non-Blinking Iguana Lizard Blues Spoiler #10: “Hey Wentworth, there seems to be something kinda lopsided about you today. You sleep on your right side last night?”
Buzzard Island Basher Barry