Tuesday, April 20, 2010

You Are The Weakest Link - Goodbye

Your intrepid host was completely stumped for any ideas after last week until the sugegstion came from Jennifer of "Who would we vote off the "Island" and why?"

The juicy possibilities which presented themselves were too good to ignore. I therefore give you the votes.

First to fire off a response was Justin:

Who would I vote off the island known as planet earth?

Well, let me tell you about this guy:

When I flew out to Phoenix 2 1/2 weeks ago on Southwest, the flight attendant that did the announcements (I think he said his name was Bubba) was hilarious and had the whole plane laughing.

Let me tell you, that’s a really nice start to a three-hour flight.

After we landed in Phoenix, there were more jokes, which was fine.

Then he started singing…

I’d said before that the singing flight attendants scared the crap out of me, but I’d never actually flown Southwest when I wrote that.

Anyway. he did his own version of Johnny Cash’s “I Walk the Line.”

You don’t mess with The Man in Black’s music. You just don’t.

So, “Bubba,” as awesome as you are, you’re still voted off the island. Just make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in the full upright and locked position and you’re flown off to the moon or wherever you’re taken.

Then I got this gem from Stephanie:

So...it's come to this, has it? Personally, I think I'm pretty susceptible to being voted off our little bloggy island -- I wasn't part of the original Panel and it seems more than likely that the rest of these guys still haven't learned too much about that strange girl who tends to block everyone on Twitter and writes like she's moping in the corner all the time.

Anyway. As, perhaps, the black sheep of the Panel, I just want to say that I'm totally all right with being picked for this one; it just might be deserved. However, I'm casting my official ballot for Miss Mollie Katie. Her overabundance of tweeting occasionally makes me wish I could fly into homicidal rages -- and I'm pretty sure her live game tweeting can ruin the Red Sox' ability to not suck. But it's also totally okay, because I have known her since kindergarten, and because one of us is leaving this friendship in a body bag.

Makes you wonder what the island is a metaphor for, huh?

Jennifer hit me with this one:

Who would guess that me being happy would mean that I can't think of a single person in my life to vote off the island. Go figure. Wait, go figure....a-ha! GoDaddy. I don't know the specific person that thought of the super, over the top GoDaddy.com commercials, but I would like to submit their name. I turned off a program today specifically because of their commercials. I'm not against the product they sell and I am a customer myself, so the the ads don't stop me from buying, but they sure keep me from watching.

I don't think they are cute or clever. I think they purposely find actors that can't act and I think it's slightly condescending that they think these ads sell products. Pleased tell me these ads don't sell product. This person needs to go before they come up with any more ads that make me switch channels.

Now for the lovely and talented Mollie Katie:

I would vote myself off the island. You know what I love? Not camping. I need the cushy foam mattress to sleep on every night for my bad back. I take 28 pills a day right now and I'm essentially bedridden. And I need a way to keep my calcium and Vitamin D intake high...and I don't think grubs and fish and random wildebeests are going to cover that. As the cripple, I would be eaten first! So fuck your island. I can marry for money anyway.

Michelle, Kristin and I love everyone and so we skipped out on this one.

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