Life takes over
I've been finding it hard to gather the threads to blog this week but have finally sent off my guest blog post to Daniel, so hopefully I'll be live on Suitcasing over the next couple of days. I just finished painting the top kitchen cupboards and now have to think about washing, sanding, and painting the doors. Then hunt for new hinges and handles and they'll be done. Slow process, this.
I've also been watching an annoying amount of television and last night sunk to new depths with The Bachelor. Holy moley is that show ever a can of weird and scary worms. It's incredible how much booze there always seemed to be about - in one shot the girls have a huge bottle of champagne, in others they have beers, wine... I guess it's the age-old 'get 'em drunk and watch the fireworks' ploy. Just the whole premise of the show is so weird and artificial - that people would actually come on a TV show to compete for the affections of a single 'Bachelor'. The competition and the humiliations and the rejections really made me think that this was some kind of science-fiction come to life. I half expected heads to start flying off leaving smouldering wires exposed, for someone to short-circuit or to discover that all of the rejected 'contestants' were actually being killed and that it was really a contest to live rather than for a relationship. I guess last night's show was somewhat of a recap and they showed what was gleefully described in voiceover as the best or worst (I can't remember which) 'crash and burn' in Bachelor history. Anyway this women was chosen by the bloke to go on a one-on-one date and according to him and the show she totally blew it. She wrote and recited a poem, left little notes on the dinner table, and finally cut up an orange peel and put it in her mouth so it looked like she had really funky teeth. So after the date he can either give her a rose (which means she's kind of through to the next round) or not (which means she's going home). She went home. In her own confessional, she (crying) says that she guesses she messed up the date and was too goofy but that she knows that one day she'll meet someone who loves that about her, and cherishes it. I thought that was pretty much the smartest thing that was said during the whole show and I felt happy for her. After she left, the rest of the show passed in a blur of booze, bitching, and just really gross ego-fluffing of this guy. It was so bizzare. Really like a scary circus/carnival type feeling. Ick.
I've also been watching an annoying amount of television and last night sunk to new depths with The Bachelor. Holy moley is that show ever a can of weird and scary worms. It's incredible how much booze there always seemed to be about - in one shot the girls have a huge bottle of champagne, in others they have beers, wine... I guess it's the age-old 'get 'em drunk and watch the fireworks' ploy. Just the whole premise of the show is so weird and artificial - that people would actually come on a TV show to compete for the affections of a single 'Bachelor'. The competition and the humiliations and the rejections really made me think that this was some kind of science-fiction come to life. I half expected heads to start flying off leaving smouldering wires exposed, for someone to short-circuit or to discover that all of the rejected 'contestants' were actually being killed and that it was really a contest to live rather than for a relationship. I guess last night's show was somewhat of a recap and they showed what was gleefully described in voiceover as the best or worst (I can't remember which) 'crash and burn' in Bachelor history. Anyway this women was chosen by the bloke to go on a one-on-one date and according to him and the show she totally blew it. She wrote and recited a poem, left little notes on the dinner table, and finally cut up an orange peel and put it in her mouth so it looked like she had really funky teeth. So after the date he can either give her a rose (which means she's kind of through to the next round) or not (which means she's going home). She went home. In her own confessional, she (crying) says that she guesses she messed up the date and was too goofy but that she knows that one day she'll meet someone who loves that about her, and cherishes it. I thought that was pretty much the smartest thing that was said during the whole show and I felt happy for her. After she left, the rest of the show passed in a blur of booze, bitching, and just really gross ego-fluffing of this guy. It was so bizzare. Really like a scary circus/carnival type feeling. Ick.
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