Dear blog pardner,
Tension has been high in the household due to the lack of the greenback. I believe as usual, it is just our tainted perspective, cheered on by mass consciousness, that is causing the misguided feelings that are running amok. As I watched Survivor the other night, I was struck by the over blown emotional display of the Vegas show girl as she sobbed and writhed in the hammock, on the most gorgeous of pacific islands, with the camera (that's right the camera) deep in her face catching every anguished wimper that it was SOOO hard, and she wasn't strong enough, and she'd never make it.........as the palm trees swayed in the breeze, and her co-players drank mai-tais on a polynesian boat and swam with the jellyfish. I laughed to myself at her ability to go so deep within the game that she actually believed she was suffering, and had to be councelled by her manly team mate who was just as determined to "beat this emotional challenge". Which of course, is exactly what it is, as Jeff Probst eats popcorn in his trailer 10 yards off the set. And so I ask you, as we freak out, and lose sleep, and blame eachother for our misfortunes; all while the fire crackles, and the chicken and wine sautee, and the memories of our New York trip and the Allman Broes ring in our heads, while sitting in our custom log home in the pines with a view of pikes peak... why do we need a few Abes and Georges in our pockets to make us feel worthy? Because all the world's a stage and we are merely players. It's up to us how we play survivor, and I'm tired of whining. So look around, and see you've won the challenge. Now where's my mai tai?