Month: January 2006

I dunno… I think it’s because I still have a certain loyalty to Beauty and the Geek even though I’m no longer a participant (kind of ironic that one of the final shots you’ll probably ever see of me on that show was shooting myself in the head with my fingers: “Game over, man!”).

So I’ll most likely keep putting up posts every week, giving little blurbs of the challenges and what not. There won’t be any personal insight this time around, but you can add your own commentary or make stuff up for the sake of entertainment. Or if this site has become popular enough, we might get personal insight from a member of Season 2. Assuming they haven’t all shot themselves in the head with their fingers.

a.k.a., The (Hopefully) Final Episode of the Richard Rubin Show.

It wasn’t terribly amusing (unless you think Richard is funny, in which case you were probably on the verge of wetting your pants, which I wouldn’t recommend if you were watching it on a couch at your friend’s apartment). Still, I was left with a few questions:

Back when I applied for Season 1, the form said we had to be able to take up to four weeks off from work. If some guy has a Bluetooth in each ear because he’s the president of one company and owns another, how the hell is he going to take a month-long hiatus without his world crashing down around his phones?

Did anyone notice the battery pack for the microphone on that girl’s bikini when she was sitting by the pool? Someone had to point it out to me—it was so inconspicuous as to be almost invisible…

Why the hell did I shoot myself in the head in that interview clip?!

*Sigh* So many questions, so many answers that I don’t want to hear…

It seems there’s at least one website that took something I wrote out of context and posted it up on the Internet to support a “Richard-was-a-paid-actor” conspiracy theory. I wrote this in the comment section of one of my earlier posts, but I want to put it on the main page because I think anyone who buys into that theory because of what I wrote is just plain stupid.

“Maybe I didn’t make it clear beforehand, but I don’t think making minor adjustments [to the footage] had anything to do with a “Richard-was-a-paid-actor” theory—I think it’s just because he’s doing interviews for Season 2, if not more. (Hell, if I remember right, they cut out a clip of me shaving before my date with Mindi and I’m fairly certain that had nothing to do with Richard’s personality.) Yes, he was definitely playing up to the cameras, but I doubt he was an actor hired to influence the show in a particular manner. I think that’s just who Richard is.”

So to anyone who quotes me and takes those quotes out of context… I obviously can’t take legal action—I did write those things—but that doesn’t mean I can’t say for the record that I think you’re a jackass and I’d appreciate it if you never associate me with your crap theories again.

Yep, I was right—it’s just as painful every time I watch the fifth episode. And I am going to hold a grudge against bass fishing for the rest of my life.

I left the house to meet with some friends tonight and didn’t catch the final episode this time around, but I’m hoping Chuck and Caitilin still won. I love Mindi to pieces, but Chuck really needs the money more for the sake of his student loans. Plus he’s a better kisser. (Admittedly, I only got a kiss on the cheek from Mindi at the end of our date, so he got some bonus points there.)

I’m afraid the WB won’t be replaying the Aftermath—if you didn’t catch it back in July, you might never get to see me dragging Richard up off the floor after he was ravaged by Lauren or the never-before-seen clip of me admitting “[girl push-ups] are probably the only kind I can do nowadays.” If I had my say in the matter… well, Beauty and the Geek would already be out on DVD, but it seems the production people don’t listen to someone with such a biased point of view. Bastards…

So now it’s time to look forward… to the future! Season 2 lies in waiting, ready for public consumption. And if it sucks, I guess my next “TV dinner” may involve chewing up a 24? hi-def screen…

Just a couple notes:

1) I walked into the room post-makeover without my glasses because I wanted to make the change look as drastic as possible. I put them back on because I don’t wear contacts (my eyes don’t focus in the same place, so without the prescription lenses, I have double vision… which could be advantageous if I want to hang out with twice as many chicks at any one time).

2) As a general rule, I don’t like bothering people when they have an agenda. If I’m on a walk around the neighborhood and someone’s mowing their lawn, I’ll let ‘em keep mowing. If they see me and stop to talk, then I will. Thus, when I’m standing in a mall and a whole bunch of women have their own shit to do, I don’t like having to interrupt them for whatever reason. I found a couple girls who were sitting down and had a lot less trouble chatting with them—it was trying to head people off at the pass to say, “Hey there!” Especially since it was usually followed by, “Oh, shot down…”

3) While talking to those two girls, the “gooey thing in my ear” was my earpiece about to fall out. Granted, it was a pretty bad excuse for reaching up and pushing it back in, but I had to think of something fast—that thing wasn’t going to wait for me to come up with a better reason. And then I had the same problem again when I was about to stand up and leave: it finally popped out. “My friends say I don’t listen to them enough.”

P.S. The reason I freaked in that clip during my makeover was actually because it was so quiet—the tin foil was blocking out the alien radio signals…