doodledee

I remained totally hooked on Survivor. I know it stopped being cool after like season 2, but whatever, it's still fun for me. This season isn't as good as some of the other ones, but the commercials keep alluding to the fact the volcano on the island might blow up and destroy a bunch of the survivors - can you say ironical? - so that alone keeps me tivo'ing away each week.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll win when I get on the show. Then I realize, no, I probably won't, and that I'll probably be one of the first ones kicked off. And it won't be because I'm a threat, either, it'll be because I'm one of those camp jackasses who takes all the fun out of eating rice and grubs for 38 days. Hell, I'd vote me off. Just to shut me up.

But when I imagine what it'd be like for me to be on the show, I never think about the grueling challenges or the complex pseudo-political head games you have to play with your doofus fellow castaways. Nor do I think about the lack of food and water or about sunburn or spiders or the weather or whatever else seems like it'd be impossible to put up with. Instead, I think about what I'd wear. And that's pretty unlike me because I usually never think about what I'm gonna wear until I'm walking out the door and I realize I forgot to get dressed.

I'm thinking some quick dry shorts, so as to avoid the inner thigh chafe. That's about all I've got nailed down for sure.