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Heyltslori
| Saturday, August 02, 2003 - 10:56 am 
The day started out with a bit of alarm as I glanced at the quad cam to make sure the HG’s were still enjoying their slumber. Jack was lying on his side!!! ACK!!! Visions of Dana getting ready to stab his ass made me hyperventilate as I scanned all 4 feeds to insure she wasn’t lurking somewhere wearing that camo bikini top getting ready to attack. No movement anywhere except Jack coming to his senses and rolling over on his back. Whew! Rest well HG’s. Nobody’s getting stabbed on MY watch!
Shortly before 10am BB announces its wake up time. The HG’s respond the way they normally do. They roll over and ignore it. Jack and Erika finally get up and decide to check on the turtles. Erika greets them with a high-pitched baby voice, “good morning sweeties!” They look at each other like “is this chick for real?” She tells Jack how she loves they way they sleep so peacefully and Jack says they must feel secure in there. Hmm, wasn’t turtle one of the ingredients in those nasty casseroles? Watch your backs dudes!
Dana sits up in her jammies and contemplates her day. Justin dives onto the bed and lies across her lap for a bit of a snuggle fest. Dana whispers good morning and starts rubbing his back and what’s left of his hair. Ah, young love. Dana starts talking about her body making funny noises, which causes Justin to bolt up and move across the bed. What? It’s not romantic hearing gastro-intestinal noises first thing in the morning? Word of advice: Stay single.
Dana gets out of bed and spends a really long time looking at the pictures of her friends and family. A really long time. I thought the live feeds had frozen. Justin finally interrupts her meditation and asks her what the heck is she doing? “I’m trying to channel positive energy from my people at home,” she responds. Ahhhhh, she channels people. This explains a lot. From the way she’s been polishing off the F-word so much lately I’m quite sure she’s been channeling the Osbournes.
Robert seems to be having some sniffling troubles today. Or maybe he’s just attempting to use the power vac instead of the manual version. Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather listen to him sniff than watch him dig, but it just makes me really wonder if this guy has ever heard of Kleenex. Also, since he seems to constantly need something to do with his hands, he keeps, how shall I say it, adjusting himself? Shifting positions? Scratching an itch? Fingering the family jewels? In the words of Mrs. Costanza, he’s treating his body like it’s an amusement park!! Enough already Robert.
The HG’s are sequestered to the desert room in preparation for the Power of Veto competition. Jun is not happy and exclaims “I’d rather sit in the toilet!!” Just find a seat near Dana, honey. She’s got such a potty mouth you won’t notice the difference. The HG’s are called to the Diary Room one by one and instructed not to talk to anyone along the way. We don’t actually get to see the Veto competition but as a consolation prize we get nearly an hour of watching the front of the house. I guess $24.95 will only buy so much these days.
When we come back from FOTH footage we see that both Nathan and Jee are sporting rubber snakes around their necks. Not sure what that is all about. We also find out that Robert has won the power of veto. He has a conversation with Jun in which he reveals that he doesn’t plan on using it. He and his guy group are perfectly fine with Dana leaving. Jun talks about being the pawn and how the pawn usually ends up leaving. Robert doesn’t think that will happen this time. Of course, Robert doesn’t really care.
The HG’s spent a boring and lazy afternoon napping and sunning themselves. Nathan and Jee played some b-ball. A few of them took a dip in the hot tub. They amused themselves by watching the turtles pee on the giant chessboard. I looked around for some toothpicks to keep my eyes open. Yawn!
Jun decides it’s time to cook up some dinner. Dana joins her in the kitchen for a bit of strategy talk.
Dana: I don’t want to go.
Jun: I don’t want to go.
Dana: I don’t want you to go.
Jun: I don’t want you to go.
Dana: Justin said he wanted to go before me.
Jun: Did he?
Dana: I must look like an idiot for saving them and now they’re not going to save me.
Jun: Just figuring that out, are ya?
Dana: I’m gonna go out fighting.
Jun: You go girl.
Nathan joins Ali in the HOH bedroom where she is lying on the bed snuggling with her stuffed elephant. He’s playing with his rubber snake. (Literally) Ali informs him that she went off the pill before coming into the BB house. She says she’s supposed to be getting a visit from “her friend” any day now. This is a little more information than I needed.
The non pbj-ers (Ali, Nathan, Jun, Jack and Justin) gather around the table for a tasty meal of Chicken Parmesan and Fettuccine prepared by Jun. There are many “ooh’s” and “ah’s” and “ok we won’t vote you out’s” as they enjoy their dinner. Nathan says he could eat chicken every single day. You just get more interesting all the time Nate.
For some odd reason Jee has decided to act as the resident doctor today. I’m not sure why he thinks he qualifies, but he’s giving it a shot anyway. (no pun intended) Perhaps he feels it makes a good name for his future boy band, Dr. Jee and the Final Three? Who knows? Anyway, he has chosen Justin as his patient of the day. First, he seemed quite concerned about Justin’s sunburn on his face and recommended that he “put some aloe on that.” That was sweet. Then he questioned Justin about his eating habits, which led to him asking, “How often do you poo?” (Ok, so maybe he needs to work on his medical vocab.) Justin answered “never” to which an alarmed Jee responded that it is healthy to have one poo per day. Allllllrighty then!
The day winds down with some card playing and general chitchat. This, of course, leads to Ali and Nate rolling around on the kitchen floor, Jee playing with his rubber snake under the sheets, and Justin and Dana trying to hide under the covers for a little late night romance. Justin is very amorous, but for some reason Dana can’t quit giggling. I don’t understand it either, Dana, but he appears to want to make out with you. Quit laughing. This is actually a time he might ENJOY your nasty mouth.
Where is the FOTH when you need it? 
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