The last five comments box is back! Go me.

UK Survivor: Damn it! You know the fundamental difference between British and American television? In America, when a show is relatively popular you can be assured that it will be on at the same time every week. In England, when a show is relatively popular you can be assured that the producers will schedule lumps of episodes together at random times so as to frustrate their viewing public into submission.
 
What’s the point of this rant? Apparently ITV have decided to show Survivor on TWO nights a week, but not tell anybody about it. Therefore I missed the second episode last night. Double damn. But since everybody‘s counting on me for their UK Survivor fix, I sucked it up and went to the website for ya. From what I gather:

• The big problem for days 5-7 was hunger. Like, STARVATION. Apparently nobody was catching any fish, so the producers grudgingly handed out a couple cans of fruit and meat.
• The reward challenge was the bug-eating thing, which Ular won. They were awarded “strawberries and cream”, which they ate right in front of the other team.
• Helang, the losers, discovered the their entire camp had been washed away while they were at the challenge. And they had no food. But they found a dead rat and barbecued it. GROSS. Sucks to be them.
• The immunity challenge had something to do with rescuing a teammate whose parachute had gotten tangled in a tree in the jungle. (Is this a recycled one? It sounds dumb.) Apparently it got interesting though, when the two teams started “felling” each other and got into a big fight. Ular ended up winning, which royally pissed off J.J., the drill queen of Helang.
• The vote came down to a tie between Uzma and J.J., and when the revote was done, J.J. got ousted. She pulled a bit of a “Susan” and stated just before she left: “I’d just like to say I know exactly who voted against me.” In the post-Tribal Council interview, she ranted about the “fluffiest most useless person” on the team (referring to Charlotte, the tart that brought the Twister game). Unbeknownst to her, though, it was Simon who had changed his vote.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some errands to take care of. (First, send a complaint to ITV about their scheduling. Next, go check prices on a Tivo…)

*FRUSTRATION* I’ve come across tons of things that I wanted to blog but was unable to because of bugs in the system. I know, I know: now when I say that, it’s my fault. I think I’ve got most of the problems worked out though. If you are unable to leave a comment or if things look wonky at all to you, let me know.

Let me get this straight. The British Medical Association is worried about the effects of text messaging on reproductive organs?? I really don’t see how that would work. I mean, for one thing, unless you’ve got a honkin’ big screen on your phone, you’ve gotta hold it near your face. (I’ve never seen anyone hold their phone at waist level, as this article suggests.) And secondly… As long as you’re not pointin’ the thing at yourself, you’re okay, right?

Another thing – the older comments are gone but will be added soon. (I’ve got to add the bloody things in by hand.)

I forgot to mention that you can now decide how many days worth of posts you’d like to see on the home page. Just visit the preferences page and set your preferred value!

This is my first official Blogger-less post! The archive listing page and the last five comments functionality are currently disabled, but everything else should be up and running. The comments system now works a bit differently, in that each post has its own page where comments are added and recorded. Try and it and let me know what you think!

I know I’ve said this a hundred times before, but this is my last post before implementing the new Blogger-less system tonight. I think it’s ready, folks! Seriously.

This Salon article “Old and in the family way” talks about the “quality of life” issues associated with having a baby late in life. It’s an interesting read. I know I would definitely want to have my own life and career before settling down to raise kids, but do I really want to be 55 and running after a teenager? Also, the author neglects to talk about a situation I’m currently experiencing: that of the parent who had kids at a young age, and is now adding to the family again 25 years later. How old are your parents/kids? Would you have preferred it differently?

What a gorgeous day in London! Actually this is the third beautiful day we’ve had in a row. That can mean only one thing: this coming three-day holiday weekend is going to be miserable. But until then I’m just enjoying the sunshine and warm temperatures. Snookums and I had lunch in the park on Monday, slurping on Icee-Pops (actually they were called “Space Alien Sabres”) bought from the newsagent and acting like 8-year-olds. *sigh* London summer almost makes up for London winter. Almost.
 
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