BB: Scottie Victorious

July 19, 2018July 25, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky

Winston is so angry. Everything is wrath, for Winston. It was so tiring. Brett was basically the only person he ever smiled at. Wendell and Dom were friends, but they also got rid of Chris together and talked to everybody – Seabass, Angie, Laurel, etc. Neither an individual, nor even a duo, can win in relative isolation.

Justice for Steve! Justice for Swaggy! Scottie took his own destiny into his hands. He hustled and won HOH and the POV. The bros could hate on him for being a nerd and whatnot, but he beat them fair and square, twice. And he kept his noms the same.

Scottie rallied Foute – while, as we’ve observed, Faysal has faded into the background. Very wise and respectable. A total 180 from the chaotic week of Kaitlyn. I am so proud of Scottie, and I take back all that I said about him being under Tyler’s thumb! He exceeded my expectations.

And now, for our favorite anti-couple: Tyler and Kaitlyn! Between these two, Tyler’s epic game-play, and Kaitlyn’s painful floundering (yelling match with the bros?? Rockstar on a rock wall?) we have all the drama we need for Season 20. Kaitlyn’s enormous volatility as a person, has Tyler crying in the diary room for the exact plan I would have hoped for, if separating the bros wasn’t the best strategic decision this week: getting rid of loose-end Kaitlyn. “She’s so bad for my game…” You said it Tyler. Next week is another week!

As a player, Brett is OK with me: unlike Winston, (and Kaitlyn), he is charming and isn’t prone to flying off the handle. Like Tyler, he has an unbreakable poker face. The Rockstar non sequitur will keep the heat off Kaitlyn and Tyler – for now. In the long game, Tyler is going to have to prepare for the reveal: that he has always been a member of Level 6 (now Level 5!)

Stray electron: JC and Bay have it out on social issues?! Loving this season; can’t wait for Sunday.

Love is a Haunting

May 17, 2018May 20, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky

Seaweed twisted and floated overhead. Dappled sunlight cut through the waves and rippled down from above.

Alli was walking, on the shallow ocean floor, in a white suit. Gray, wooden buildings lined the street, on either side, underwater. The doorways yawned, black, empty entrances, that doubled as windows to oblivion.

The water was clear. Nealy also walked, far ahead, in a beige suit, instead – her beige suit. Her orange hair floated behind her, longer than Alli remembered, dangling in a loose braid, stray wisps sticking out in every direction. The halo on a sun. The corona, the crown.

Alli walked behind her, dragging an ax on the ground, holding the yellow handle in her left hand. The blade cut up clods and carved out furrows of brown sand, which curled into clouds, following in Alli’s wake.

Nealy turned and met her gaze. The green eyes that locked with Alli’s, over the thin shoulder were unmistakable. Alli knew it was Nealy, but it could have been anyone. She barely recognized her anymore. The memory was shredded to ribbons.

Alli woke up in tears, staring up into the cold, still night.

I did everything for you, her lone thought hung in the darkness, rattling in the air, like a question.