#BACHELORINPARADISE is always a great mix of 1) castmembers who seem to be totally decent people and 2) castmembers whose current occupation is spreading mental illness and herpes.
Also, I have forgotten 3 out of every 4 people introducing themselves as, "You'll remember me..."
I am super fucking bored with Grocery Store Joe. He's fine. But I don't get it. I've never gotten it. His accent is terrible. His hair is better this cycle.
Two people just walked in without chyrons!!!! I know both their faces but neither of their names!
Counting that shit. That's five people I'm positive WERE on the show and...howevermany others who the producers are trying to trick me into believing exist.
I am 100% positive that only has Noah has never existed in the BACHELOR universe before now, but I get the feeling trying to Colton his way into this ecosystem.
Uh, Joe's crying already. And making farting noises.
Two people just walked in. I know the guy because he JUST left Katie's Season but I can't remember his name and honestly I don't think they even showed the girl's face, maybe the CGI wasn't ready.
Would not have remembered Victoria without her intro package. And then I remembered how boring her whole gambit is. She is an undercooked pancake. That's all I got for her.
Except: I bet her parents, who I guarantee are awful, bought her a convertible BMW.
We are back and I for sureeeeeee remember Mari. But not the girl who walked in ahead of her, who must not rate because all she got to do was flip a ponytail and then the editor was like, "Enough of you, fuck off now."
So I've watched every Season of #BACHELORINPARADISE *and* Tahzjuan got an intro package in which she allegedly had some previous overheating drama and I STILL have no clue who she is.
That is actually impressive. However, once again, the Producers have not fooled me. She is CGI.
I gotta give Tahzjuan credit where credit is due, tho: she didn't even PRETEND to know who the fuck David Spade is.
The AI controlling this year's fake/CGI castmembers is fucking brutal, but fair.
Aaron...uses his face too much. I don't know how else to say it. But God, I need it to stop. It keeps twitching in all directions like a malfunctioning animatronic in the Hall of Presidents. Go to the hospital.
I remember Karl! He's one of the five least-authentic people in the history of the BACHELOR/ETTE Universe and looks like he's pissing both his pants AND your pants whenever someone looks him in the eyes.
In case you were dumb enough to think that the old guy who's name I already can't remember was *actually* naked this whole time, ABC accidentally included a shot in which they forgot the black box, whoops, wow guys, elite gag.
Threw on the FBOY ISLAND Finale in the background and the only thing I hope for is that Garrett falls into a fire filled with nails and hornets and cancer.
I feel bad for CJ because she ended up with two actual pieces of shit, and might have actually picked the worse one, somehow.
As I'm working tonight I have PUMPING IRON on in the background, which I'd never seen before.
And I'm sure if I'd experienced it way back in the day it'd hit much differently but in 2021 it just feels like Arnold is in a mockumentary and it is fucking HILARIOUS.
Also - and I know I discussed this with someone on here before, maybe @DrewMcWeeny? - Arnold's definitely *working* to keep that accent, right? He's lived in LA for like 50 years, there's no way it wouldn't have faded by now.
I'm not mad. I'm just saying.
I swear to God though this is one of the most unintentionally funny movies I've ever seen in my entire life. Everyone who isn't Arnold or Lou Ferrigno looks like they were kicked off the set of DICK TRACY.
So I'm waiting for food tonight and I'm sitting next to a nurse from Cedars who...I mean, I've been around enough military vets to know thousand-yard-stare when I see one. And she looked like she could see straight through to the other side of the galaxy.
I probably shouldn't...
...have asked if she was OK. I probably should have left her alone and let her gaze into thr abyss.
But I didn't. I asked if she was OK.
And she snapped out of it and smiled wanly, and nodded her head, giving me a look of, "Please don't ask me for details."
I didn't. But...
...she I guess had heard me mention BACHELOR IN PARADISE to someone on the phone, and we got to talking about that, and she clowned me pretty hard, and...honestly I get it.
And then she asked what *I* do, and I told her I'm a screenwriter, and she goes...
As these days of Trump lope past us in a lethargic haze, I'm thinking a lot about my downstairs neighbor, Charlie. I've talked about him before.
Charlie, God willing, will be 102 years old in November. He is a Holocaust survivor.
And when I say "survivor", that says a lot.
I'm not *exactly* sure of the order, but from what I've pieced together through conversations with him over the years, a four-year period of his life went like this:
1. He was captured by the SS after hiding out for several months in Lublin, Poland.
2. He was immediately sent to Majdanek, a labor/concentration camp.
3. From there, he was transferred to the Auschwitz complex. He worked the mines in Janinagrube. For context here, Charlie was maybe 5'4" at his apex and made to swing an axe half his size.