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Survivor: Palau/The Apprentice/ER: 2/17/05

 I'm combining all three here, since I don't know the titles and probably don't have enough to say to warrant three separate entries.

Survivor: Palau: What number season is this?  Don'tknowdon'tcare.  I'm off to hating this season already, which probably indicates my interest will remain high.  Twenty survivors thrown onto an island (well, not literally) with nothing but a machete and a map to water.  The, ahem, twist this year initially seemed to be that the first man and woman to hit land would gain immunity, and that they did... for a couple of hours.  Then Jeff Probst, who has become spectacularly unappealing to me ever since he began dating a contestant from last season, showed up and said that the two immunity leaders had to pick the first person of their team, of the opposite sex.  Then that person would choose someone from the opposite sex... and so on and so forth, until sixteen others were picked.  That's right, sixteen, making two tribes of nine.  Two people would be sent home immediately.

Let me tell you: I hate that schoolyard kickball team bullshit.  As someone who was usually picked last, I hate it more than most.  It was really awful watching that shit.  The ones left were the middle-aged teacher who'd stood up on the boat and sang a rallying song (oy vey), and a buff young guy who'd jumped off the boat on the way to the island because he thought he could swim faster (har).  And then everyone cried as they were boated away.  Yeah, right.

I only have a couple of things to say: the girl with the tattoos who constantly wailed in her interviews about being the odd one out, that she didn't gel with anyone, that she was sure to be voted out: yeah, with that attitude, you are.  I don't see why these people ostracize themselves this way.  It's a friggin' game, one in which the last one standing wins a mil.  Is it possible to TRY and gel, and act a little upbeat, to get further in the game?  Sheesh. I don't talk much in crowds, and I'm older than the average S contestant, but I'd damn well employ any acting skills I have to keep myself in the game.

I was very happy to see the winning team's boat overturn and all their supplies, which included a box of flint, plummet to the bottom of the ocean.  Hee.  Yes, I'm evil.

Tattoo girl wasn't sent home.  Jolanda, who lost her team's chance of winning by being indecisive, was sent home.  Buh-bye!  And now no one will remember her, because no one ever remembers the first one voted off.

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The Apprentice: Eh, not much to say.  The two teams had to use an Airstream (oh!  I love Airstreams! So retro!  So cool! So shiny!) and $5000 seed money to start up a mobile business.  Magna did a massage parlor, and NW opened a casting agency.  I thought the casting agency was a loser right out of the gate, because I've never heard of paying to see an agent (much like you don't pay to have your work published), but they charged $25 a pop-- a visit with what they claimed was a big agent-- and Magna must have not been asking much for their services, so NW won by about $80.  Their reward was going to Mikimoto's and picking out pearls.  Ooo, I want that reward.

I'm liking Bren more and more with each episode, although I wish Boy would cut his hair.  Anyway, he was the PM, and he's a DA in Memphis, and he seems to have a good head on his shoulder, idea for the PornDoveShoot notwithstanding.  He certainly argues well, and shot down WhinyStephanie with clear, on-spot arguments.  Although he focussed on her in the boardroom, I'm SO happy that Michael-- who claims to only date Eastern European woman (hrm, maybe they're the only ones on the planet who can stand his bullshit.  Poor things)-- opened his mouth and got Trump to focus on him, who, in turn, fired his ass. 

Couple of last things: Tana, PM of NW, said that the casting director was casting for a movie with "Uma Thurma" in it.  Did Uma Thurman drop the 'n' from her last name?  Heh.  I love it when folks on these shows try to sound  smart and end up sounding dumb.

Also, Craig agreeing to wear the Miss Universe (or Miss USA) tiara leads me to believe he has kids, because only a father of girls would do that.  Ask Mr. Calm how many times the girls have fixed Daddy's hair.  Little ponytails all over, anyone?

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ER: Cynthia Nixon was on this one.  Although it was a fine one, it bugged me for several reasons.  The POV was largely from her, and we could hear her thoughts over the lines of the doctors and nurses.  Um, irritating.  I like hearing lines separately; I don't like being put in the position of having to pick and choose what I want to listen to.  Although she was funny, and any women who thinks Luka's as hot as I do is up in my book, I really wanted to hear the medical speak, too.  Also, this reminded me too much of my dad-- CN's character had suffered a stroke-- and it made me glum.  They talked about the procedure which, when performed within the first three hours after the stroke, tremendously raises the full recovery rate of stroke victims, and my dad didn't get that.  So... hit a little too close to home for me.  Should be able to separate it, but still can't.

One thing that really, really bugged me was this: Sam asked Abby, Luka's former lov-ah, if she'd ever talked about Luka's kids (who were killed in a bombing in Vukovar) with him.  Abby said, "Once, I think."  God, is everyone this cold to this man?  Why wouldn't his girlfriends talk to him about his kids?  Back in his first season, when Carol asked him about his kids, he was happy to talk about them.  He loved them, duh.  Just too fucking cold.  Luka, when he's not out chasin' hos, has been shown to be a nice guy, yet nearly everyone he hooks up with treats him like shit.  Crackheads, all them writers.

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