Saturday, August 11, 2001
And my overtired mind fucks up again.... THIS is PPM
Posted by Ashley @ 01:24 PM PST [Link]
Er yeah, disregard that last post.
It was meant for post puppetmaster
Posted by Ashley @ 01:21 PM PST [Link]
I found American Pie mildly amusing - it was watched in my bedroom, ripped in ASF format... because I was too lazy to grab the rented video from upstairs when my dad got it. It ranked (in my opinion) with stuff like She's All That and other similar teenie anything to get a laugh movies. Cute, but not exactly a piece of spectacular cinematography.
And now I must sleep get ready for work, which always sucks when I happen to have gotten home from work around 8AM and have to work at 2PM. Gah.
Posted by Ashley @ 01:20 PM PST [Link]
Wednesday, August 8, 2001
The Chat tonight rocked! It was hilarious and I can still feel my mind swirling trying to take it all in from both rooms at the same time. Like I said earlier, I had a blast, and it was fun creating Rachael and pulling her strings this past month. There were many questions tonight and I'll highlight just a few here. First off, I'm originally from Seattle so I chose a place I knew really well to not risk slipping up on geography. And yes, I did make a mistake very early in the game that a contestant did catch. I posted as Rachael then went back and posted as Philo and when I saw it on the page it had Rachael's name and picture with it. My browser had reloaded the previous page somehow. I FREAKED! but at least it was 3 am in the morning before the serious traffic hit and who would be up at 3 am? Answer: Somebody. And was I right about Ted having a ghostwriter or what? HAHAHAA! Oh, and Rachael's pictures are of one my favorite people - my friend Jessica here in Oakland. Love ya Jessica! It was a trip running around looking for durian fruit and stuff. Lots of laughs. Good times.
It's been one ton of fun and I seriously, thanks everybody. I'll probably blather on about it more over the next few days on East Coast/West Coast. This game has occupied my life is such a bizzarre way it will take a little getting used to returning to the real world - like I'd want to go do one thing, but I knew Rachael would be getting home from work at that time and she would blog. It was wierd being responsible for a person who didn't exist. Congratulations Ashley for winning this thing. You rocked so hard and I love you -but I still won't marry ya. And Eva, slipping into second by one lousy point. Both of you RULE!!
Goodbye Rachael. R.I.P.
Posted by Philo @ 09:58 PM PST [Link]
It's been a wild ride, and I just wanted to say thank yous, shoutouts, and express my sincere gratitude to each and every one of you.
THANKS ARE IN ORDER TO...
- Ernie, for hosting this crazy game. You rock, man, and I'm sorry for pestering you every forty seconds for quizzes and results.
- Belinda, Peter, and Bertie, who I talked to a lot throughout the game, as well as the other CC's - you made the game interesting.
- The other contestants, especially Eva, who I NARROWLY beat, Nancy, for the advice, Philo, for the love and crack, Rachael, for threatening to kill me, and.. you know, if I don't shut up, I'm going to reveal JUST HOW MUCH I talk to all these people, and you'll realize I don't have a life. Oops, did I just say that out loud?
- All the viewers. You've made it worthwhile. You donated a hell of a lot of money. You came up with a hell of a lot of theories. It wouldn't have been fun without all of the readers speculating, scheming, etcetera.
- My boyfriend. Last, but not least, Matt - "Mark". He's put up with me being obsessive about this damn game for the last month or so, despite all the strain it's put on our relationship. I love him to death.
As for what I'll do with the money? A chunk of it -> charity, the rest, saved for when I move out, and probably some CD's in there too :)
It's been great, and thank you.
Posted by Ashley @ 09:26 PM PST [Link]
I'm sitting here thinking about the past month whirlwind sideshow I've been caught in called Puppetmaster and y'know what? I have to say it's been a blast. I'm totally wired on too much caffiene right now (ice tea Shea), but I'm still feeling cool about it all. Whatever happens, well, happens, right? Sure, I'd love to win and I've been playing to win from day one, but Ashley and Eva both rock in my book. I'm not gonna tell you which is the Puppetmaster for those who haven't figured it out, but she's did a rockin job all in all. Had me fooled for quite awhile. And my opponent for the big bucks? Well - she's played this thing really well. Win or lose I'll be a happy guy.
But for God's sake LET ME WIN!!! Please? HAHAHA
Thanks Ernie and Belinda for letting me crash your party. You rule the school. And as for everyone in Color Commentary - Bertie, Eve, Peter, Rabi - it wouldn't have been have been half the fun without you kooky people in the bleachers. So, there you have it, I hope I got em all right, but if I didn't, so be it.
Posted by Philo @ 06:02 PM PST [Link]
Unbearable for the contestants? I'll say.
I just had my quiz. Yes, at this late hour. With a massive 8-hour time difference, it was the only way it was convenient. Now I'm dying because I realised I said c) when I meant to say d).
So, anyway. I would just like to take this opportunity to point and laugh at Ryan on puppetchat, who went from hating me to deciding I was the puppet. No, all these things really did happen to me in the course of a month.
OK, now I've discovered that neither of my browsers want to let me in to the chat room. I'm away to see if I can download something more useful. Scheisse.
Posted by Eva @ 05:12 PM PST [Link]
It's the waiting that is murder. I know I did damn good on the last quiz, but, well, EEK!!!
Posted by Philo @ 04:35 PM PST [Link]
That makes three posts, this one will make four. I am determined to post more than five times today to let Ernie know WHO'S BOSS. Anyway, I'm glad Philo and Eva are real, moreso Philo because now he will marry me after I smoke crack. Right? RIGHT? YOU! GREEK GOD! ANSWER ME!
I will post 42 times if I damn well please.
Posted by Ashley @ 04:21 PM PST [Link]
Long live the benefits of tomorrow's 12 hour work day! Actually, 12½, but who's counting? As for 'part time jobs', I'll have you know I work over 40 hours a week with them combined, so it's even more stressful than a NORMAL job, because scheduling is NOT easy.
Suspense, suspense, suspense...
I will die before 7PM tonight. Or maybe I'll just faint from sheer exhaustion. Oh, and to everyone who thought I was the puppet..
SURPRISE!
I'm really this annoying.
Posted by Ashley @ 04:16 PM PST [Link]
I am in such total pain right now. He fired me. I was rude to a customer yesterday and he fired me. I am completely without employment. I can't believe she phoned to complain. He fired me. I was so upset I stopped by to see Nicole on my way home. As I approached her building I saw her kissing Tony goodbye at the gate. His hair was wet. Tony and Nicole... I feel completely betrayed and humiliated.
I can't go on any longer. I no longer care if I win. I only care about the happiness I know I will never find again.
Goodbye.
Posted by Rachael @ 01:41 PM PST [Link]
Yeah, actually, that's right. I'm becoming a nun next week. And for a small donation, you too can access the live webcast and witness me taking my vows!
So, it ends tonight. All I can say is I'm relieved. It's been fun, but I think all of us are going to be glad when it's over, no matter who wins. No?
Last night was my very recent ex's last night over here, so I took him out to dinner. And then we got drunk. I don't remember too much about the end of the night. I do however remember the words, "You know, I was very close to loving you."
Yeah, I knew that.
So it was kind of sad, and when we hugged goodbye this afternoon he said, "Last chance to change your mind". But I couldn't. I know I've made the right decision. But it's sad. So forgive me if I'm a little morose as I leave this game. Thanks, folks, it's (mostly) been a pleasure.
Posted by Eva @ 09:54 AM PST [Link]
Gee, Philo, a little harsh today, are we? Hi kids, I'm just about to go to work half asleep. I can't believe this is my last day here. It's almost depressing. I totally didn't think of it that way until Ern mentioned it last night, and it's just hitting me right now. I'm nervous as hell about tonight, I wonder what's going to end up happening, etc..
Random thoughts: I can't find my hairbrush to put my hair in a ponytail, I shouldn't have forced Mark - well, I suppose I can tell you now that his real name is MATT - to call me when he got off work at like 4am-ish and have us end up talking until 7... because now i'm overtired as hell... I really need to clean my room, wrap Matt's present, GO TO WORK NOW, and a bunch of other stuff I SHOULD be doing rather than sitting here typing this post. Okay, I must run. I've made myself late.
Posted by Ashley @ 09:37 AM PST [Link]
Let's set the record straight here people. The three of you have made quite a pitch as to why you should win this game, but none of what you have to say holds water.
Ashley, what makes you think you've worked harder than anyone else. Get real. As far as you writing the most I find that hard to believe, like everything else that comes out of your mouth. Sometimes all I could squeeze in was a post a day, but the majority have been action packed and longer than all your "hello kitty vibrator" comments strung together. Maybe if all I had goin on was two part time jobs (how stressful! hahaha) then I could have tossed out a few more of those myself. And I'm pretty sure I've made this log interesting as well - and I didn't need to create any drama to do it. Telling other contestants how much you hate them and that you wish they were dead - especially when they were going through a hard time? You think you deserve to win for that?
Rachael: Ok, you had it rough, so what. Life happens and your final self-righteous I'm a victim nicey nice thing you're dishing out made me want to throw up. You were a bitch from the gate - how come you think you got the label right away? Hello? If anybody's had zero problems with the others in this game it's me. I've skated through without all your little dramas - I mean even when Ted (or whoever was writing Ted for a short time) totally went off on me I let it slide. I didn't threaten to stalk him or back over him with my car! No Rachael, I don't think so.
Eva: Certainly purer than the others here, and you're reasoning behind why you should win this was hilarious, but all you could come up with was fiction in the end. I doubt you can come up with real reasons why you should win this game. Tangible ones. Ok, it's great you got your life together and could figure it all out in only one month, but what are you going to do next week, become a nun?
I want to win this game more than anybody in it. I've been completely honest and played totally fair and square from day one. There was no ghostwriter here. I didn't catch the mistake. I've survived this game because I've played it well. I've found everybody's sites (that is real at least). I've shared extremely intimate stuff with all of you, while others remain as much of a mystery as they were when they arrived. It's late, I need to get to bed, and I will close with saying "SHOW ME THE MONEY!!" WOO HOO!!!! Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!
And y'know, it all comes down to how we all did on the test so who cares. If it's me that would totally rock. If it's not that's cool too. I think I'm going to take tomorrow off. I was too amped about all this today at work and at school tonight to even concentrate. I can't imagine what tomorrow's gonna all be about. G'nite!
Posted by Philo @ 03:57 AM PST [Link]
I just wanted to inform you all, that if I win, part of the prize money will be spent on a hello kitty vibrator.
I'm sorry, that's just wrong, and I need to have one. HAHAHAH. I doubt I could ever bring myself to actually use it for its intended purpose, that would just be WRONG.
Posted by Ashley @ 12:34 AM PST [Link]
Tuesday, August 7, 2001
I am home. Tony agreed to meet me for dinner. It was a very difficult night. It ended well though. We agreed to place our relationship on hiatus for a month. I think we both need time to process all of the changes in our lives. I would be lying if I said I am happy. I am not. I do believe our decision is wise at this time.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I deserve to win this game. I have played fairly and honestly. I remind you all I did not need to confess I witnessed the mistake. I did so in the interests of fair competition. It was not until the poll in puppetchat determined I could remain in the game I even considered winning. I have played to the best of my ability. I remain on my own merits. I can assure everyone the revised testing strategies would have precluded my longevity otherwise.
From the beginning to the end my concern for others has been genuine. I have cared for the well being of the game and all who participated. I received an anonymous email with the Freakiest Link. I did not reveal this information until James was no longer a contestant. I would not have done so had he not demanded a response. I also remind the jury I never said I did not like James, but rather his behavior. I need to also address Shea. I made a flippant remark early on I made sincere apologies for. I appreciate Shea immensely. We may never be friends. She is nonetheless a wonderful woman in her right. My only other conflict has been with Ashley. I believe no one will fault me. She is deserving of more animosity than I will ever give her.
Eva and Ashley both stated they could benefit from the financial gain. My employment terminates next week. The prize money would be nice, though my need is not greater than any other. It may be true I have posted less, though my contributions have universally been of greater length and depth. I have bared my soul here. I also learned valuable lessons as a result. I am not the same Rachael as when Puppetmaster began. I thank Ernie and Belinda for the privilege of this experience. In the conclusion the frustrations pale. This has been an experience I will treasure always.
Posted by Rachael @ 11:36 PM PST [Link]
So, I'm hyped, ready, and GOOD TO GO. Now give me my fucking quiz. Oh yeah! I'm supposed to write about why I should win.
1) I want it more than anyone here. I've worked harder finding everyone's websites (which I have now, thankyouverymuch...), updating (I've written the most on this blog out of all of you. My logs of this weblog prove it. David is a close second, and Ted a VERY DISTANT third.) and PLAYING.
2) I've been completely honest, and played this game totally fairly. I did not have a ghostwriter, nor was I the person who saw the slipup. I've been on my own, baby. Which is more than I can say for....well, we won't go there.
3) You have to admit I've made this log interesting, creating drama, conflict, and more - at the expense of being called a 'bitch' here. ERNIE has admitted he's grateful to me.
4) I could really use the cash to help move out. I'd also probably donate a large chunk to charity too. 350$ American is like 525$ Canadian. That's a lot of money.
Anyway, time to go smoke before the quiz. Nervousness abounds. I am nauseous.
Posted by Ashley @ 07:55 PM PST [Link]
Why should I win this?
It's simple. I need the money. It's beside the point that I am a really nice person who is overdue a karma injection.
Of course, I've come so far already. I grew up in a stone hovel in the middle of a peat bog in Ireland, walking ten miles to the village well every day for our only water source. I saw a pair of shoes for the first time when I was seven. I thought I was supposed to eat them. When I was ten my father sold his tractor and that's when he got the money to send me to convent school. That's when things took a turn for the worse. I was caught having an affair with another girl and the nuns locked me in a cellar as punishment. For three years.
I dug my way out with a teaspoon but discovered I'd gone a little too far and had in fact escaped to the east of Scotland. The Big City! Taking advantage of my new location, I settled into a bin behind Waverley Station and lived on gruel for several years. At the end of this time, I fell in with my recent ex-flatmates and was sucked into a lifestyle of excess. The drugs. The women. The bank robberies - I've said too much.
Luckily, Puppetmaster changed my life around and I moved out and got back onto the straight and narrow. If things continue at this rate, maybe I'll even Find God.
Um. I also deserve to win because I spent £50 at Savacentre by mistake today and in addition was responsible for getting my ex-girlfriend a £30 parking ticket.
I thank you.
Posted by Eva @ 08:49 AM PST [Link]
Monday, August 6, 2001
WELL. This was interesting.
Viewer: I'm back online... you can bitch at me now :-) oh, and uhh, a bunch of friends of mine and I have this long running bet on whether or not you're real... I say you're a puppet, please don't give them any proof otherwise, I've got some money riding on it
Ashley: how did you get this screenname
Viewer: long story... friend was searching for your website and somehow found it
Ashley: yes well, i am real, you're gonna lose said $
Viewer: damn... that sucks... oh well
Viewer: Ok, the other half of the bet is... if you are real, are you realy as much of a bitch as you are on pm?
Ashley: that's TBA
Posted by Ashley @ 11:55 PM PST [Link]
You're Beautiful Angels! I'm on the speaker phone again cause I need to be keeping my distance. YOU'RE A BUNCH OF LIARS WHO WOULD SELL YOUR MAMA TO WIN THIS GAME!! I don't think so Angels. Sorry Ladies, but I don't trust a one of ya - even if you are my bitches.
That goes double for you puppetgirl.
Philo Sez: Can it rock any harder that I'm still here? Answer: NO WAY! Woo Hoo!!
Posted by Philo @ 09:21 PM PST [Link]
*sob* who am I going to flirt with now?!
At least I'm still here. Ted, you WILL be missed. XOXO!
Posted by Ashley @ 06:59 PM PST [Link]
I am surprised Ted is no longer with us. I am glad you are real Ted. I felt certain you were either puppet or puppetmaster. It seems I am mistaken.
Hello Entertainment Weekly Readers,
My name is Rachael and I live in Seattle. I relocated here a few years ago for school from Salt Lake City. I graduated with honors from Seattle University in June. I feel somewhat lost at present. This is what happens when you choose a major to please your parents rather than yourself. I decided to take it easy over the summer. I needed a break. As a result I've continued my employment at Starbucks, although I resigned my position last week.
My boyfriend's name is Tony. The company he works for is closing their Seattle office and relocating to Juneau. We had planned on moving to Alaska together, though now this plan seems tenuous. I do not wish to discuss it. He isn't returning my calls.
Am I the puppet or puppetmaster? You will all know soon enough. I imagine my confession of witnessing the mistake has confused many of you. It confused me as well. There are those of you who did not believe two puppetmaster fans came into my store. If they inquired of Ashley, why did they not email her? It is possible they never really asked, or perhaps Ashley chose not to share that information. She is a bitch of that type.
I keep seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye. When I turn to look no one is there. Does that ever happen to you?
I had the wierdest dream last night. I was visiting San Francisco at a hotel with my father. It was a first class hotel. Our room was beautiful. There was something odd though. A large white tarp had been positioned to act as a wall. On the other side of it was construction machinery. When I looked back my father was gone. The door to our room was open. I wandered out into the hallway to look for him. I could not locate him. When I returned the door was closed. I could not remember our room number.
I walked along the hallway following endless identical doors. I could hear music. I followed her voice. It was Sarah McLachlan. The music was coming from a room with an open door. I walked inside to find the room covered in blood. There was a naked female body on the ground. She had been mutilated. I inched closer when I realized it was me. I woke in shock. I felt terrified and disoriented, but it was only a dream. It is all just a very bad dream.
Posted by Rachael @ 05:57 PM PST [Link]
Damn. Bye, Ted. You know, I thought one way or the other I'd feel relieved to log on and find out who was out. But no. Now I'm up against ... well, one of you. And I don't know if I'm really going to make it ...
Didn't someone find Bertie's site as well by searching eva +blog +ernie, too? Try harder, kids.
Now, I really need to switch this computer off and attempt some semblance of having a life.
Posted by Eva @ 12:46 PM PST [Link]
I do believe I'm screwed, oh yes I do, *sings*
I have to be at work from 10-7PM tonight, so I won't be around to watch someone (most likely me, sniff!) get the axe... but MAYBE I can be sneaky and check at work. Their computer DOES need 'fixing'.
So today's the day from hell, Tim Hortons from 10-2, Zellers from 3-7. God help me. I miss having a life. I miss my boyfriend. I miss not caring about what the hell I did and being able to STAY HOME ON THE WEEKENDS and not wait obsessively for quizzes, work odd hours, etcetera. Shit. I have to run to work now.
I'll miss you guys if this is my last post. Yes, even you, Rachael, who has threatened to run me over. <3
Posted by Ashley @ 09:30 AM PST [Link]
Seeing as how I might not be here when I wake up, I thought I would sneak in one more post. That was by far the hardest quiz I've taken so far. I want to say something nice and bittersweet here, but I'm way too tired. So instead, I will give you all the Chow Yun Fat goodbye wave from God of Gamblers 2. *turns around and waves*
Posted by Ted @ 05:26 AM PST [Link]
The pressure. I'm going to crack.
My flatmate thinks I'm a geek (but he still reads PM over my shoulder). I can't remember anyone's fucking star sign, will you quit asking me that??! I hate the Internet and I hate living in a hugely inappropriate time zone. If I get booted after this quiz, please don't let it be because I had to be asleep when everyone else was filling it in.
Thank you.
Posted by Eva @ 04:26 AM PST [Link]
Ashley: Of course I will marry you. Gee, thanks for asking. I'll get over the fact that I'm 20 years older than you. I can work on becoming bisexual and facing my previously damaged and repressed heterosexual tendencies. We'll frolic together through meadows and fields of daisies and leap off of barns into big piles of fresh soft yellow hay. We can feed each other strawberries on a bear skin rug in front of a roaring fire in our mountain cabin in the snow. Oh, and then you can smoke crack puppetgirl.
Posted by Philo @ 12:16 AM PST [Link]
Sunday, August 5, 2001
I remember a long time ago when I could work on my second year project without having to worry about puppet theories. When I was able to go out and do my art thing. A time before there was a puppetmaster. Looking over this quiz, it looks like that time will come once again. *sigh*
Posted by Ted @ 11:48 PM PST [Link]
Rachael, i'd let you, but i'm not into the whole pain fetish thing. Poor baby. I guess that's what you get for cheating on your boyfriend?
Goddamn Ern, that quiz was EVIL! FUCK! I'm going to bed. I work early tomorrow. Philo? Marry me? REPLY?
Posted by Ashley @ 10:21 PM PST [Link]
I spent the afternoon with Nicole. I am feeling a little bit better, but not by much. Everything is falling apart. I phoned Jessica, but she isn't home. Nicole is out tonight entertaining a friend visiting from Japan. The worst part is Tony is not speaking to me. I have phoned him repeatedly. He is not answering or returning my voice mail messages.
We went to the club last night. The staff from his office were all there. It was fun for at first. The music was good and I liked the dj. We all became a bit intoxicated. I am not normally a jealous person. I guess I am just feeling very insecure right now. The move to Alaska had me out of sorts and I will not have employment in a couple of weeks. I watched Tony dance several songs with a woman from work. He left me sitting with people from his office. I just kept thinking I do not know these people. They spoke of things I knew little of. I wanted Tony's full attention and I was not getting it.
When he returned to the table I could not help myself. I was selfish and petty and being a bitch and I couldn't stop it. I ordered another cosmopolitan and made him stay with me. I could tell he did not want to. It only made the situation worse. He was annoyed and I do not blame him. It was his night with his friends and I was being a wet blanket. He grew tired of it eventually and decided we should leave. I wanted to go, but I was not happy leaving either.
When he left we walked into the alley. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped he would not notice, but he did. He started following us saying "Rachael, wait!" Tony stopped and I made a vain attempt to get him to leave. He more or less insisted I speak to him. I could see he was even drunker than we were. We stood there and he says, "Rachael, I'm very sorry I was late for our date. I had no idea my watch was wrong. I don't blame you for leaving and I hope we can try it again sometime."
I almost died. Tony was asking me "What date?" I have never felt more powerless. I made an attempt to walk away saying I would explain later, but Tony demanded an explanation immediately. He said, "I'm so sorry Rachael, I didn't know." I stood there and tried to find words which would not come. Tony left before I had a chance to. I chased after him and followed to the car. He started the engine as I knocked on the window, but he would not unlock the door. He simply pulled away and left me there.
I walked home crying. I phoned Nicole around 3 or 4 am. She was asleep, but listened long enough to calm me down. She told me to meet her at Ileen's for breakfast and to try to sleep. I did, but I didn't sleep much at all. There is a part of me that feels a bit relieved to be honest. I don't know moving to Juneau is the right decision for me at this time. The other part of me though feels I have made the biggest mistake of my entire life. I don't know what to do anymore.
Tony, if you are reading this I am very sorry. I can explain. Please phone me. Please say something.
I hope this all makes you happy Ashley. I imagine it does being the hateful, self centered, hypocritical, spoiled brat that you are. If you were standing behind my car I would back right over you without remorse. You have insulted me more than enough. Vancouver isn't very far away.
Posted by Rachael @ 09:48 PM PST [Link]
Ernie, this quiz is fucking brutal? Did you wake up this morning and take asshole pills or something? Seriously.
Posted by Philo @ 09:28 PM PST [Link]
Hello Good Readers of Entertainement Weekly.
My name is Ted. I’m a 25 year old Asian guy living in Los Angeles (I thought I finally tell you all where I live). I’m a graduate student who hates school and would quit in a heartbeat to pursue his art career if he didn’t need to eat. I have been deemed the "raver" of the group even though I listen to all types of music and was in an emo band. I love food, especially boba, and will start twitching if I don’t get my regular dosage. I play the guitar and I….aw fuck, I hate doing these profile thingies,
Left-hand puppet: - Dude, Ted is freaking out again.
Right-hand puppet: Nah man, he’s just tired from the weekend.
Left-hand puppet: Well, no believes his story anyways.
Right-hand puppet: But they’re all true!
Left-hand puppet: oh yeah, what about that raver-shoot out story???
Right-hand puppet: What? He saved like five girls!
Left-hand puppet: And what about his mom running over his pet chicken and cooking his pet turtle?
Right-hand puppet: Don’t you have any respect for the dead?
Left-hand puppet: And him winning tickets to see Prince in London? And then his MOM saying "OH, HE’S SO LUCKY on the radio???
Right-hand puppet: yeah…well…umm…oh yea, that was pretty crazy.
Left-hand puppet: And whats up with him being a raver, and then liking emo and other music like pulp and pizzacato five? Can’t he just pick a style and stick with it? Who does he think he is… Madonna???
Right-hand puppet: Dude, the boy just likes a lot of different shit.
Left-hand puppet: You’re full of shit
Right-hand puppet: oh yeah you want a piece of this??? Roll up bitch! Roll up!
Left-hand puppet: I can’t and neither can you. We’re each just one arm, remember?
Right-hand puppet: ….. aw fuck.
Posted by Ted @ 07:52 PM PST [Link]
Hi, I'm Philo. I'm one of the affected not that young people. I think three of us made up the Richard Hatch (me), Roger (David) and Mad Dog (Nancy) trio - but I'm the only one still here and like my fat naked gay guy predecessor I'm in this game to win and have said so from the beginning. Unlike my predecessor I'm not fat.
I live in Oakland, CA baby. I seem to spend most of my time working (writing grants and reports and teaching men how to masturbate) and going to school (for what exactly nobody knows), but all that's changed now that The House Mate has bought a hot tub. Now I am relaxing nightly in jacuzzi streamed contentment. How Northern California can you get. In the game so far I had the job deperforating duck postage stamps for Ilsa, She Wolf of the Duck postage stamp industry, put on a wig and a dress and made quite a bit of money lipsynching songs by Olivia Newton-John and The Go-Go's. I've ridden motorcycles with bikers who make regular appearances on MTV, told stories involving strange hot tub encounters with psychic Venusians, was attacked by durian fruit on the Extraterrestrial Highway, woke up alone in an LSD overdosing haze in a cheap adult motel following a Police concert, and for some reason I keep thinking I'm Nancy, but she ain't here anymore.
So, Entertainment Weekly readers, puppet chatters, fans, commentators, fellow contestants: I have to say it all sounds like one big heaping slice of bologna to me.
Posted by Philo @ 03:41 PM PST [Link]
Hi, I am Ashley, I am seventeen, from British Columbia Canada, and I have been dubbed the "glam goth girl" - though where the contestants got that idea, I'll never know. I'm a Virgo, bisexual, a redhead, and have a bad temper, I write a lot, and work at two part time jobs. One's at a local coffee place, one's as a cashier at a department store. I am often bitter about these places.
I have a boyfriend, Mark, who I've been with for about a month and a half now. We're very serious, and more likely than not going to be engaged in a few months. He's 'THE one', you know? I have two dogs, two fish, I drink too much, and stay up way past my bedtime. I'm moving out in January, with a couple of girlfriends - that is assuming things go according to plan.
I suppose I could tell you my whole life story, from growing up in Los Angeles to my parents seperation (yes, Peter, SEPERATION, they aren't divorced) when I was younger, but that would take a lot of time I don't have. Anyway, E.W. readers, enjoy the game, and - like Eva said - don't get too attached. I might be puppeteered by any one of these people.
Posted by Ashley @ 01:04 PM PST [Link]
Hello, Entertainment Weekly readers and other newbies. My name is Eva and I have been conveniently typecast as the resident drug child. I live in Scotland, I muddle my way through McJobs, and I recently moved out of a drug den. I just split up with someone a couple of days ago and have already fucked up my uncharacteristic vow of celibacy. I've had an unfeasible amount of changes to my life since this game began and I'm liable to be fictional so I wouldn't recommend you get too attached to me, not that you would.
In reality I'm still in this game because I am good at bluffing my way through things.
I don't know if I feel like telling you anything else right now.
(By the way, Ernie, you might wanna check out the FAQ and schedule, and revise it slightly.)
Posted by Eva @ 10:03 AM PST [Link]
