I drove The Princess bat shit last night. Not that it's a new thing, but it was due to the season premiere of Survivor 5, in Thailand. She contemplates stuffing a sock into my face most times we watch TV, as I'm continually pointing at the screen and yelling something as whatever show we're watching unfolds.

What she really hates is when I'm right.

After the splitting into tribes, I declared that either John, the creepy, Christian flag toting, snooty preacher or Robb, the half-stoned looking, skateboarding monkey, Tommy Lee wannabe would be booted first. This of course, depended on which tribe ended up going to council.

True to my prediction, Robb started irritating everyone right off the bat. The only one that didn't want to stuff him head-first into a deep hole was the NYPD cop. For some reason, the cop agreed with the twisted logic Robb was spewing about needing a "good foundation" for their shelter.

I agree. A good foundation is of the utmost importance when building any type of building or shelter. However... when on a tropical island, where the weather is at best moody and at worst hurricane-like, you can't build a freakin' wood floor right off the bat. Build the framework (foundation), then put up the walls, then the roof. The roof must be put up before you attempt to create any kind of flooring. Dirt will be fine the first night or so.

Once the stupid roof is on, take all the time you want to create a Bob Villa-inspired, tongue-and-groove, split bamboo floor. Numb nuts.

Shii Ann and Jed were correct in wanting to go forage for food. The work should have been split up. The old dude that picked this tribe and based it on athletic builds and muscle tone, really screwed up. What he ended up with was a tribe big on brawn and extremely short on logic. It showed.

The two folks in that tribe that may have a chance are Shii Ann and Jed, the dental tech. Jed's got the biggest chest on a little dude I've ever seen. Shii Ann probably knows some ancient Chinese martial art and will kill Robb in his sleep. I'm taking bets on that.

On to the other tribe...

This tribe, picked by the female first grade teacher, was excellent — save for a few minor annoyances. First was the flag-toting preacher. Second was Tanya throwing up every five minutes. Of course, they had to get it on camera everytime she did it. Thirdly was Ghandia... she's eager enough, but you can tell she can't handle stress of any kind.