Random

Last year they had this awful show on TBS called “The Real Gilligan’s Island” where 2 competing teams of idiots modeled after the Gilligan’s Island cast stayed on an island for 2 weeks.  They each had a model, a millionaire couple, a boat captain, some spaz of a first mate (think Cato Kalin), a professor, and some skank farm girl.  The elements of each team competed from week to week until there was only 1 ‘cast’ remaining, then the remaining idiots competed to knock each other off the island in “Feats of Strength” and whatnot.  They each acted like they cared about each other and cried when someone was kicked off the island.  I don’t get how you get so connected to someone that you actually think they care about your feelings after knowing them for a week, but I digress.

 

So, the various idiots competed down to the final 3, and one of them was Captain Charlie Albert, a guy who ran a marina in Louisiana.  He was a clever fellow, and thoroughly annoying.  He must have said “It’s on like a chicken bone” a bazillion times and several other witticisms that were cute the first 600 times, but after that it just got annoying.  Come on, “on” and “bone” doesn’t even rhyme!  It’s just…  shut up!

 

Anyway, his act got him through and he won and got something like $1,000,000,000,000.  I don’t really think the other idiots on the island know how snookered they were.

 

This morning, while eating my breakfast, I found myself wondering how Captain Charlie was doing in the wake of the weather New Orleans got last year.  I don’t know why.

 

So, I do some digging and find this and this.  Turns out this reality TV goon is a real guy with a real life and not some 2 bit hack unemployed “actor” (which is translated as “bartender” outside of LA) who’s desperately trying to milk the 15 minutes of fame America’s desperately short attention span and intolerance for anything that might make them think has allotted him.  He’s actually done stuff like set speed records for crossing the Gulf of Mexico.  He’s like a legit business guy.  The other idiots on the island didn’t stand a chance.  I repeat, they don’t know who they were playing with.  They got took, plain and simple.

 

Regardless, I still don’t know why I was thinking about him this morning.  Weird.