#life

studiodate: the power and gory

Hey there.  Been reading your update with deep interest...have also unfortunately followed the progress of Violet through her introduction to pot on the site--teehee.  Had to break out a bag of microwave popcorn and properly enjoy an evening of that fine footage.  Too priceless!!  Rather disappointing that, YET AGAIN, Tariq has emerged from his date ROMANTICALLY UNSCATHED.  I would like to see that young man GOOD AND HEARTBROKEN, for once, if you know what I mean.

On other fronts, think it is TOTES AWESOME that you are EXPANDING OUTWARD into the world of REALITY MUSIC with Noah.  Again, he was another unlikely match in terms of accomplishing couple hood.  Pairing him off, show wise, with Mario will wash our hands of another awkward singleton from this batch of matches.  Again, Lindzi, we must FORTIFY OURSELVES with the hopes of FUTURE GREENER PASTURES with our assortment of matches--with all the AMAZING POPULARITY, NOT TO SAY PHENOMENAL SUCCESS of our initial season, we should indeed have our pick of MORE DESIRABLE TYPES for our next season.

In re another ALL MATCH HEAD TO HEAD FOR EPIC FINALE (possibly even float the idea of another LIVE FLOWER EXCHANGE AFTERWARDS??? WITH THE LONG AWAITED ROSES?????) This marathon and obstacle relay...sounds, um, wonderful...have to admit however that some of us may be MORE DISADVANTAGED when coming to the physical portions of that event.  Love the idea of getting everyone back together for a (hopefully) more successful version of what that disaster, MEGADATE, ought to have been.

On a personal note....

OMG, Lindzi. Have to admit, haven't slept too much over the ABSOLUTELY HARROWING past two nights....didn't help that LILA FAILED TO RESPOND TO FRANTIC TEXTS AND CEASELESS ATTEMPTS TO CONTACT AND HAS ACTUALLY BLOCKED HER PHONE FROM RECEIVING CALLS from yours truly (can you even imagine????? I really think that is a VIOLATION of some of the PROTOCOLS STATED FOR #LIFE MATCHES IN THEIR CONTRACTS.... But quite honestly, I was in SUCH A STATE THAT I WAS UNABLE TO ENTER INTO THOSE GROUNDS OF CONFLICT WITH HER.)

All that has sustained me, over the past two days, has LITERALLY BEEN THE FAINT AND DYING HOPE of this STUDIODATE wavering over the weekend for yours truly and my small company of matches.

Still, no word from Ryan.

Was reduced to calling Charlie for updates on hims (yes, sure enough, that is where Ryan and lizard took up residence--the basement of Charlie's mom's house. Am considering calling code enforcement regarding this situation--isn't it some kind of fire hazard to have basement apartment with multiple occupants and pets? But possibly not the time for this development.) Anyway, STILL TOTALLY DEVASTATED AND AT AN UTTER LOSS for what to do in this ABYSMAL AND UNPRECEDENTED state of affairs. Rent also coming up: what to do regarding that???? Whole other can of worms.

But I dither.

STUDIODATE.

Have pinned my hopes to this dim petard (? something from Shakespeare?) feeling that somehow, someway, this offers REDEMPTION AND A WAY OUT for all of us.

As zero hour falls upon me, however, a SCORCHING SENSE OF REALITY is informing me that the probability of this date SOLVING ALL MY PROBLEMS is dismally close to nada. A) Poor likelihood that Zelda will be present and/or impacted by studiodate. B) Ryan also will not be present or impacted by studiodate (at least, until next fall when our episode will unfurl before its undoubted swarm of swooning demographics.)

Therefore, pitiful hope remains that this heroic date will resolve all problems.

Tragic.

I stare somberly out of the open window of the golf cart that toils its way across the studio back lots, earning concerned glances from custodians and traffic directors, even my driver, probably nettled by my grim silence. We rumble slowly across the tarvia in the embarrassed silence, late afternoon sun hitting the glinting white paint of our vehicle, glancing off forklifts carrying stage props to and from the various show ports, casting the vast looming entrances to the studios themselves into caves of shadow. To one of these, yours truly and eight of our matches are destined. I heave a huge portentious sigh--the driver speeds up in hopes of dropping me quickly at my required port--We arrive at our journey's end of a giant studio backdrop.