Wednesday, August 23, 2000

 

6:02 p.m. Whooppee! Today is the big day -- and it's a mere hours away! The Survivor marathon will begin. I've religiously avoided all web and TV sites that might try to tell me who won because ...

... I've known all along. Yes. It's one of the few things I have been unable to write about here because I was sworn to secrecy. I have remained (somewhat) honorable, except for a tiny, teeny slip on the Fourth of July when I was at a party and I told one other person (Mo), but she, also has been honorable and neither one of us ever posted the cool info online.

I'm still not going to name the name until it's over here on the West Coast, for two important reasons.

1. It would be wrong.
2. I could be wrong.

See? Mo and I, who really like the thrill of the competition that is online journaling, Mo and I could have really parlayed this bit of trivia into a few more hits, at least. We could have gone on the Xeney (now Threeway) board and told everyone, included our urls, and raked in the readers. We could have whipped it up. We didn't. We're honorable. Neither of us got a single nomination for the Diarist.net awards this quarter, either. Connection?

On the other hand, we could both have been wrong. My source was one of the old Hollywood rights-grabbers. This winner must have a book, you know. And this old Hollywood hand had an in with a relative. That's about all I'll say right now, but I want to mention that I heard about all this the night after the ahem, rat-eating episode, which was the first show I'd watched.

So I was hooked right away, and I knew the winner (maybe) from almost my first viewing moments. So, whether or not I've known all along or not, I've still kept my council, almost nearly. One beer, two moments of Mo-fectious enthusiasm, and I spilled my guts, but I can live with that. Just keep that girl on this side of the Iron Curtain, and we'll be ok.

I will post more as the evening progresses. If I weren't on a diet, I'd make a nice Survivor feast: chicken satay (rat-ish); and nice small gnocchi shells (larvae) in a white sauce. Pluse rice, of course. I'd eat like a fool, too. But an honorable fool.

10:29 p.m. One *whole* bottle of wine later:

WE WERE RIGHT! Miss MO! We were right! We coulda run this into the ground! We coulda made people like us! Vote for us! Notice the glory that is ... *US*!

I will now borrow a notion coined and perfected by Steve at Late Nite Snacks: