Oh sure, sure, I get my power back in time to watch Top Chef and they have the nerve to send my guy Tre home. What’s up with that? Yeah, yeah, so what he was executive chef? Send Slow Onion Chopper Monk Fish Overcooker Casey home first. So not happy with that outcome. And now I get to pout over it for two weeks. Rrr.
And over on Last Comic Standing, they’re all funny and I have no idea who, out of the five, I’d send home. To be honest, Ralph’s drunk uncle was funny for about a minute or two, but it shouldn’t have been his whole set. And I really wanted John’s set to be better, because he’s funnier than that. Lavalle packed a ton of stuff into his set, and Jerry was funnier than I expected him to be. I just hope it’s not Amy going home. I like her.
Oh, and I did a quick catch-me-up of Big Brother. Why? I still don’t know. Weirdest season ever, and that’s saying something. Dick is a piece of work and a nasty piece at that, his daughter is really smart but really whiney, Amber should be dehydrated from all the damn crying she does, honestly she should get that checked, Jen is a freaking robot, Eric kind of amazes me with how he’s managing to work in all the whack stuff America is making him do, though with a smaller crowd, it’s catching up with him now, and we’re all conveniently forgetting how catty and nasty Jessica was to Carol in the beginning because she’s being all cute and airheaded now. Oh yeah, Zach. Great bunny costume, dude. I don’t get you, though. And Jameka is proving she’s a tough girl in a house full of whack. Who do I want to win? Um. Hmmm. Well…. Yeah, it’s like that. SO glad I bothered.
Is it the Fall Season yet? It really needs to be the Fall Season. Now, please.
Don’t forget to enter this week’s SHaQ Attack contest. Details in Monday’s post – winner announced tomorrow!
I was just lamenting I didn’t have anything to suitably distract me from writing this week, but that’s over because we’re on fire again here in Tahoe. 

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