When I was fifteen years old, my parents shipped my sister and me off from our suburban Orange County, California digs to spend the summer with my aunt in the western sticks of Greater Cincinnati. It was pretty much the country -- they only had cistern water and the house was down an unpaved road in the middle of the woods. I stayed in a disused trailer 200 yards away from the house. There was no toilet in my "apartment", so I just had to pee in the woods or walk down to the house if I had to poo. It was the first time I ever felt happy to be on my own and I really enjoyed the independence, even if it was in the remnants of a trailer park.
My uncle taught me to ride a motorcyle that summer, which I'm sure was completely illegal.
I spent most of my 3rd year at college stoned, playing Euchre. I love Euchre, and can spend hours playing it online.
During a Little League baseball game (I was about 10 years old), I won the game by striking out out a boy named Roger, who was one of my school's meanest bullies. For the next few months, I hid behind cars when I'd see him walking home from school because I was afraid he'd beat me up.
I dressed as an old lady during carnival in Provincetown one year. It's amazing how many hot boys will make out with you when you say, "Come kiss your grandma."
I doubt that anybody truly comprehends how lucky and grateful I feel to be where I am today.
Welcome to the home of Big Blogger 2007. For the next eight weeks or so we will be watching (well, reading) the housemates as they complete their tasks, eake out a meagre existence, and do everything in their power to convince you, the blogging public, that they should be the ones to win the title of Big Blogger 2007. Who will win? You decide... (I could swear I've heard that before somewhere.)
Click on this link if you require any further clarification. And in case anyone is still utterly confused, here are The Rules.
The Housemates
Check out all the freaky weirdos beautiful specimens we've caged up just for you - and all in the name of entertainment too!
And the newbies too:
The House
It's missing a library, a nail salon and a coffee bar, but other than that it's a design masterpiece. You lucky people!
The Diary Room
Little Blogger AKA Minxy is always about nowhere to be seen, and therefore she won't do you a fantastic line in body stockings. Medium-sized Blogger IS there however and he has the world record for making rollies. So GO! NOW!! Do it, before it's too late!
A Concise History
Click the links to go straight to each task and/or each particular housemate's downright ludicrous response:
If you love Big Blogger in an almost entirely non-physical way then be a good sort and whack one of these attractive Big Blogger-themed thingies into your sidebar.
Our Links
Huge thanks go to Lucy Pepper for her wonderful illustrations.
Plus, even though he's not blogging anymore, let's remember Watski for coming up with this godawful idea in the first place.
AND, if you've got 300 years spare time on your hands you could use it to re-read the whole of the original 2005 Big Blogger event. Go on, I dare you.
The only other place we should really link to is the official BIG BROTHER website. After all, they're the ones who bought the rights to the concept in the first place; we're just adjusting it for our own purposes. I'm sure they'll understand.
So if you want intellectual stimulation and laughs-a-plenty, stay right where you are. However, if you want boredom, drudgery and maybe some tits and arse, go there instead.
I know where I'm going. Okay, see you later...
Legal Mumbo-Jumbo
The idea may not be original but everything else on here is of our own making and 100% original. So don't go borrowing unless A) you link back to us, or B) you ask us really really nicely beforehand.
Boys make out with old ladies? Since when?
Posted by: Big Blogger | Sunday, 29 July 2007 at 15:57
regarding #29....ew.
Posted by: kmd | Monday, 30 July 2007 at 16:59
Well Bob
More boredom - sorry that is an insult to tedium.
Most of your comments sound pretty camp - not talking boy scouts here.
And is this supposed to bring out the sick bucket :
"I doubt that anybody truly comprehends how lucky and grateful I feel to be where I am today"
Only spankies could come up with this cr*p and expect ot get away with it.
go boy
Posted by: ian | Monday, 30 July 2007 at 20:07