Last night was the Survivor Fiji finale, and today I have that familiar after-season ennui. Whatever Dalton Ross says, I enjoyed this season, and Yau-Man is my Favorite Contestant Ever. (Sorry Rupert, Stephenie, Rob C, Tom and Ozzie.)
Over at Buddy TV, Oscar is talking about starting a Cult of Yau-Man. Apparently, among his other talents, the Man is a ping-pong master.
I've watched every season of Survivor, and every time I swear that I'll never watch it again. (Especially when bad things happen, like Vecepia winning Survivor Marquesas in 2002, or when they let aged Scoutess Lil back into the game during Survivor Pearl Islands in 2003, or during the endless monotony of Survivor Africa in 2001 and Survivor Thailand in 2002.)
But the next season is going to be in China, so of course I'll be watching.
The only time I've spotted a Survivor in public was last year on our way back from Guatemala, when we saw Terry from Survivor Panama arguing with his wife in Miami airport.
