BB: Mr. Freeze

August 27, 2018August 28, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky

JC’s move to tear #Tangela apart, with Brett x Angela, has backfired. Brett is now on to JC. He thinks JC is trying to break Level 6 up and steal Brett’s spot. Brett is now arguing, to Tyler, that they should target JC, instead.

JC is still safe – for now – since once Fessy is gone, Hay is the next big threat, and then Sam will probably go, before JC and Level 6.

I hope Sam can turn things around: she dumped Brett, and she seems to have gone back to Tyler. But Sam is obviously waiting for any chance to get out of her pinky promise alliance with Tyler. There is no way they can be in the end together: Tyler must take out Sam or Sam must take out Tyler.

My Final Five remains Sam, JC, Kaycee, Angela and Scottie – if he can win the battle back. I am not cheering for either side; my final five includes one Foutte member, two independents and two Level 6 members.

JC is the only one who manages to be a great strategist and great TV (fattening the HGs up). Brett is also good TV. In fact; Hammock Brett has struck again!

Fessy was being selfish, demanding that Hay spend all of this week with him, when Hay is going to stay in the house and have to continue playing the game.

Brett was there to comfort Hay, when insensitive Fessy struck out. Neither Brett or Hay is going to win, but Braleigh is a great, fun showmance.

Tangela is not a great, fun showmance. Tyler seems more into Angela, than Angela is into him. (People who like males, will say Tyler is too good for Angela and people who like females, will say Angela is too good for Tyler.)

Even Rob, Taran and Brent thought Tyler comparing the smell of Angela to a newborn baby, was weird. Angela, my Ice Queen, deserves better. Plus, she shouldn’t be rushed or forced into any TV relationship.

Tyler and Angela might have a chance – outside the game – while Faleigh won’t last beyond Finale Night, especially if Hay wants a future on later BB seasons. Most times, showmances are not the answer, Grodner!

Both Tyler and Angela could win the entire game. Tyler is the heartless vampire, and Angela is a frozen Ice Queen. I like them the way they are! Neither of them needs a fake showmance to “humanize” them.

You don’t need a showmance to win the game. And people who don’t like commitment, aren’t as in touch with their feelings, and put up walls, to protect themselves, do, most times, eventually find a spouse and have kids.

What makes us naive to a fault or remote and cold, makes us human. You don’t have to have a happily-ever-after in the show, just to have a compelling player. Some people are #AntiTwist; for the most part, I am #AntiShowmance.

Alien Personality

February 24, 2018July 23, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky

the future is now

Third night. Waves rolling in from outside the bay. Alli ran down the steps. Her trainers hit the sand. And she was off, in the direction of Mallo’s Mini-Mart.

The wind shook the palm trees. A gale was moving out on the water, further down the coast. Alli pulled her jean jacket in closer. The leaves flapped, battering each other in the breeze. The full moon lit up the beach; shadows lengthening in the sharp contrast. Rocks and crabs stood out, claws clicking in the night.

She walked past Mallo’s quickly. The clubs were quieter tonight, as if hunkering down for the incoming tempest. A few rockers hung about, holding Blue Moons. Solo cups littered the sidewalk outside the store. A Camaro sat in the parking lot, swarmed by punks and bikers.

The night ambience resumed, swallowing up Mallo’s in its wake. Alli kicked a cigarette butt on the ground.

Scorched logs from yesterday’s fire lay abandoned. Alli nudged one with her foot, watching it collapse into ash. Gusts whipped the eddies into tiny maelstroms, swirling without purpose.

The cliffs loomed in Alli’s line of sight, silhouettes against the cold, navy sky. Alli could see one of the tunnels, hollowed out by centuries of erosion, from here. It was low tide, Alli reminded herself – but still, her pulse began to drum in her ears.

The beach grew thinner. The jungle trees fell away to shrubbery and then to grass, and before Alli knew it, she was walking between the white cliffs and the sea. The surf menaced from its turf. Alli reminded herself that she could swim; swim parallel to the rip tide, not directly back to shore, headfirst into the wrathful waves.

She walked with her hand against the stone, but even the rock walls opened into the caves Ran had mentioned – various natural hallways and corridors running to the other side of the cliff, holes in which she could see the sea.

The water was close now, churning a few feet from her ankles. The lip of the islet hung a right, reaching out to the sandbars in the bay. She was through the caves and the cliffs now.

Back out in the moonlight, Alli squinted and looked around at the open water, the crashing waves, the rolling grass reaching back toward the cliffs. The sand stretched out into the sea, pining for some remote, lost land. A sand bridge to nowhere. Even the fields fell away and there was only water and sand, a primeval landscape, reversing the ancient walk uphill, upstream.

The ghost ship floated into view, metal mast winking in the night, rigging long lost and rotted. There were no ghosts, Alli thought to herself as she plodded on, through the damp sand.

She reached it – the black wreckage spread out like a spiderweb. The ocean had pounded a hole in the hull, through which, there was only darkness. Alli picked her way closer, through the seaweed carpeting the ground, making the rocks slippery. She peered into the ruin and let her eyes adjust.

Inside, shafts of moonlight illuminated dull pools of water, shrunken or swollen on the ocean’s whim. Beams had caved in. Broken wooden boxes lay discarded or smashed. Alli accidentally stepped in a puddle and soaked her foot to the skin.

“Well, are you going to go in?” a voice asked.

Alli nearly choked. She was still breathing heavily when she turned to see Ran behind her.

“You can’t – do something like that-!” Alli gasped.

“It was worth it for the look on your face,” Ran grinned, crossing her arms – which were tan and wiry, covered in fine, feathery red hair.

Alli’s heart slowed. She sat down on a beam at the threshold. She thought of her warm cabana and wondered what she was doing out here.

Ran came and sat down beside her, “Listen, I am sorry I scared you.”

Alli sighed, endorphins flooding her brain, post-scare. She stared out into the ocean. Sky and water met in an endless circle. Without the other, neither was complete.

Ran put an arm around Alli’s shoulder. That’s when Alli noticed the smaller boat, “You rowed here?”

“Yes,” Ran grinned, “I am surprised you actually came out.”

Alli shook her head, “You’re awful.”

“Come on, let me take you home,” Ran said.

Ran got up and offered Alli her hand. Alli gave her an incredulous look but put her hand in Ran’s. In the boat, Alli sat in the front, watching as Ran unhooked the oars.

They cast out into the sea, two figures on that unending horizon. The moon sunk silently, surrounded by clouds rushing southward, ahead of the storm.

urban spelunking