Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Survivor: Don't Cry Over Split Octopus

OK, so I'm behind on my recaps. What can I say? Work sucks. I want to win Powerball.

Anyway, there are monkeys picking fleas out of each other's hair. Oh wait, its the guys of Raro brushing their teeth.

While the women sleep late, the Raro men decide they've got to kick it up a notch are they're all gonna get J.P.'ed. Hey, if you can win a challenge, maybe you won't have to vote anyone off?

Nate says the guys have to "watch our backs as a unit because these women could try to eat us off."

I'm not even touching that one.

The guys collect massive amounts of firewood and seafood. Pavarti is very impressed with Nate's wood.

Over at Aitu, the personal hygiene theme continues, as Candace, Becky and Sundra compare armpit hair. Seriously, I could have really done without seeing this. Cao Boi must feel the same way, because he's bitching about how useless they are. He says as soon as Aitu loses a challenge, one of them is gone.

Reward challenge time. Each team picks three pairs to stand on little platforms holding ropes with one hand. Then the opposite team loads up the hooks on the ends of the ropes with five-pound weights. Last pair to hold their weight wins reward for their team.

Raro shows some brains for once and spreads the weight evenly between the pairs. Aitu loads up Nate and Adam. Super Yul shows his first sign of vulnerability, being the first one to drop his rope. Rebecca and Stephannie can't hold it and they drop.

Sundra drops her weight, pissing off Candace. Flicka's holding on, and she's got enough energy to start trash talking. Nate and Adam are in quite a clench -- they look like they need a room.

Flicka shoulda paid more attention to her rope and less to her mouth, 'cause roller girl drops her rope. Raro wins fishing equipment, wine and spices, and the right to send someone to the Exile Starbucks. They pick Jonathan.

Back at camp, FrankenAdam gets an octopus stuck to his foot. I tried to make a joke out of this, but it doesn't work -- he walks into camp with an octopus on his foot. It is what it is.

Cristina inherited J.P.'s bossy pants, and she's ordering her tribemates around. Cut this, clean that, blah, blah, blah. But when she takes the pot o' octopus down to the shore to wash it, she dumps a bunch of it in the water and loses it.

She tries to pin some of the blame on Jenny -- it apparently takes two people to deal with a pot of dead, chopped-up seafood. Jenny's not amused, and she and Rebecca are already talking about booting Cristina next.

Flicka, Cao Boi and Ozzy decide they're gonna paddle over to another island and look for supplies. They try to invite Candace and then Sundra to their meeting of the Aitu Losers Club, but neither of them want to come along. Sundra says she's scared the water. Uh-huh -- whatever.

After they leave, Yul jumps on the chance to ask Sundra to join his alliance with Becky, Jonathan and Candace. He wants a solid five, and Flicka ain't solid. Sundra joins up, but she says in confessional that it could all change in five minutes.

The Aitu Explorers Society lands on the foreign island. They find coconuts and a medicinal plant, which makes Ozzy happy because he's got cuts on his hands. Then he flips off the camera showing his cuts -- seriously, I'm surprised CBS didn't blur that.

They explore some more and find ... Raro! They've stumbled into the other tribe's camp, and FrankenAdam ain't happy -- it's his turf, and he wants them out.

Cao Boi, who's oblivious to not being wanted, makes himself comfy by the fire and then launches into a master class on Asian symbolism. Everyone is bored. Birds fall out of the trees from boredom. The sun forgets to rise. This goes on *forever,* and I liked the cut of the sky rushing by to show the passage of time.

After everyone falls asleep, Cao Boi tries to cage some spices, then offers to share some of Raro's coconuts with Raro. Generous, ain't he? Raro sends him off empty-handed, and he's managed to alienate people who barely even know him.

Jonathan digs in a great big sandbox, but he doesn't find the hidden idol. He digs some more.

In the immunity challenge, the teams have to assemble two or three "stepping poles." They will then use the poles to transport two team members from one platform to another, then climb the second platform, jump off, swim to an itty-bitty platform, and everyone has to get on top of the itty-bitty platform.

Flicka balances, while Jenny gets as low as she can. Raro's doing pretty well -- they go back for their second person. "Pavarti's on the pole!" Probst shouts. Yes Jeff, that's where she's gonna be as soon as her "acting" career collapses.

The teams are even. They start climbing onto the itty-bitty platforms. Raro falls off in one big loser splash. They try to get it together, but Aitu piles it on to win immunity.

Jenny's pulling for Cristina to go, but as Nate and Stephannie go to get water, she makes a comment about wanting mashed potatoes and gravy. Nate decides that "damn, this girl is done," and that if her heart's not in the game, Stephannie needs to go. He runs to Brad like he's got the hot gossip on who Dylan McKay is gonna ask to prom.

Pavarti tells Stephannie that her tater cravings have gotten her into trouble. She says that she still wants to play, but she's not going to beg to stay either, and basically seals her own fate by not doing a damn thing.

At Tribal, Jeff calls Raro out for being losers. Nate calls Cristina out for wearing the bossy pants, and Cristina acts surprised that people don't like being ordered around. Jeff asks Stephannie what her place in the tribe is, and she says "Who cares? Gimmie my mashed potatoes!"

Bye-bye, Stephannie.

Next week: Double boot.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"The guys collect massive amounts of firewood and seafood. Pavarti is very impressed with Nate's wood. "

You are so pielovin talented Fyre that I think I enjoy readin yer blogs more then Paj's. I mean really, that line alone beats his last Grey's post ;)

And have I ever told you about how I'm deathly afraid of being bit by an octopus. ya rly. Just reading that bit about having an octopus on the foot scared the pie outta me.

who woulda thought?