100,000 hits since I put the visitor counter onto the blog! I’m pretty sure I’ve only been responsible for, like, half of those, so I’ve had at least 50,000 hits from other people!
*happy dance*
I feel popular now…

You are. And that is enough.
100,000 hits since I put the visitor counter onto the blog! I’m pretty sure I’ve only been responsible for, like, half of those, so I’ve had at least 50,000 hits from other people!
*happy dance*
I feel popular now…
I hope not, but the web provider I’ve been using is moving over the weekend and plans on jacking up its prices to $150 a month. If that’s the case, my friend (who’s running the server) will probably decide the fun we get out of our blogs isn’t very cost-effective. Can’t say that I blame him, so unless you all want to sell lots of boxes of Girl Scout cookies for us in the next couple weeks, shawnbakken.com may disappear by March 1st.
If it does, hey, we still had fun. Glad I could bring a little joy and happiness into all of your lives. … Most of your lives. … At least some of your lives. … One of you? … Glad I could get a couple laughs out of it for my own sake. Hope to keep talking to you real soon.
During Seasons 1 and 2, the editors revealed the evil people’s softer sides. Richard wasn’t as much of an obnoxious smartass and Cher seemed to genuinely care about and support her teammate. Naturally, those sides were there before; they just weren’t shown on the screen. Cecille… no softer side. Why? She doesn’t have a softer side.
I don’t think it means anything that Cecille and Nate were dancing and singing inside while Scooter and Megan spent their time outdoors, but I would have preferred doing the latter.
If you want to look cool while hip-hop dancing, forget about t-shirts that say, “If sexy is wrong, I don’t want to be right”—go with the plaid shorts and argyle socks. Totally.
“Hey, we’re ‘So Long Princess’—we do college concerts, weddings, bar mitzvahs and national TV!”
“Okay, Scooter, it’s 293-0. Want to stop for another water break?” I say she should have thrown a point to help him feel better about himself, but then I thought about him tackling sheep and decided that was a pretty good self-confidence booster right there.
Mmmm, hiking… All I wonder is if I would have puked before or after our awesome meal with the gorgeous view looking down on the city.
I remember being at the mansion towards the end and thinking I was still in it for the experience and the money was just a number off in the distance. Nice to know that Nate felt the same way: the number was off in the distance and Cecille needed to learn from the experience.
I feel bad for Piao, Tori and Sanjay. Because the final elimination ended so quickly, those three never got the chance to stand in front of the group and say, “Nate, you’re awesome, but CeCe’s a bitch, so I choose Scooter and Megan.” (Remember what I said about payback a couple weeks ago? Andrea must have been thrilled.)
In her final interview, Cecille said that any beauty who thought she could learn anything from her geek was just stupid. After watching the final episode, I can guarantee that she learned one of two things from Nate: self-sacrifice or sabotage.
February 14th. A day of love, a day of passion, a day of sexual frustration. The biggest day of the year for people who sell flowers, chocolate, pink and red cards so bright they make your eyes water even when you’re not looking at them. And also a big day for bars, where people order large quantities of beer, multiple shots of Jagermeister, the occasional glass of water to make sure there’s more than alcohol draining from their systems when they urinate. Yep, there are people who like to celebrate with their loved ones and there are people who want to jump up on tables and cry out, “Fuck Valentine’s Day!”
So I started thinking about it: is one really the loneliest number? Sure, if you’ve got two of something, they can keep each other company. If you’ve got none, then there’s nothing to feel lonely. But isn’t that a limited conception of “one”? I mean, if you’ve got a group of 37,145,982 people, that’s one group. Does that mean the group is lonely? But if another person joins the crowd and it swells to 37,145,983, then everyone’s happy and no longer lonely. Except now there’s one group of… ah, forget it. Fuck Valentine’s Day!
(Aside from all that, if you’re reading this blog entry and want some Shawn love, I’ve got enough to share with everyone. Just don’t expect any flowers.)
Keep your eyes on the prize or you won’t know who wins it so you can steal it from them later.
(My apologies about the tardiness of this entry—I’ve been having computer problems and had to steal someone else’s to write this.)
Have you ever banged your head against a rock repeatedly? I have. (You can probably tell. And not just because of all the dents.) Banging your head against a rock hurts like hell, much like when you try to explain simple concepts like “Money isn’t everything” to someone who… well, who does believe that money is everything.
You’re going to be on a ranch, doing ranch-like activities and you go for the cutesy, yet painfully uncomfortable boots? But at least Megan was willing to run in them. Has Cecille never seen an athletic female running along the beach with a light layer of sweat glistening in the sunlight? Maybe she hasn’t if she gets her skin color from a spray can, I dunno, but personally, hot and sweaty female bodies get me all worked up. Rawr…
Oh, great. Now I need to head out to the ranch and stand in line behind Scooter and Niels so I can hose myself down. I just hope no one will be playing it in slow motion with porno music in the background while I’m doing it.
My dad grew up on a farm and he wanted to make a few comments about cows. First, if a cow rips ass, it lifts its tail or moves it to the side or something. When Megan stepped back and started gagging, it wasn’t because of a sound effect added by the editors. Second, he says that massaging a cow’s udder will make the milking go faster and more smoothly. Kinda like starting your engine and letting it run for a minute before shifting gears, except cars generally don’t have white, liquidy stuff shooting out the back while you’re driving.
I wonder if Megan and Scooter played football when they were younger because when they were tracking down the sheep, those were some pretty impressive open-field tackles.
“You might be a redneck if someone yells ‘Ho down!’ and your girlfriend hits the floor!” Make your own jokes here.
I wonder what it would have been like for everyone to see those opening interviews and realize how much they’d changed during the course of more than a month. Two weeks for me… not nearly as shocking. Especially since I still sit in the corner and drink punch when I go to dances in middle school.
“You’ve all changed and I haven’t because I’m perfect! Neener, neener, neener! Ptpbptpbptbtpptb!!!”
Hearing Mike’s question: $1000 of TV time. Watching the person think: $3000 of TV time. Seeing Scooter’s eyes bugging out so many times during the elimination: priceless.
I really, really wonder how embarrassed Nate was while Cecille was hanging on his elbow and explaining “their” team motto: “You can take the blonde off the ranch, but you can’t take the bikini off the blonde.” Hell, I wonder how embarrassed he was in general about her attitude for the last couple weeks.
And three cheers to Nate for sneaking out the window to pounce on Jennylee during her final interview! And if he did sneak out, that’s the route he took—there are a lot of people to walk through between a room on the second floor and the front driveway.