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  • #bb28: thog finally found the game on her way out

    #bb28: thog finally found the game on her way out

    spoilers for Big Brother 28, obviously. Haley “Thog” Thogmartin’s exit press arrived this morning, several days after the feeds spoiled her medieval-twist… Read more →

    spoilers for Big Brother 28, obviously.

    Haley “Thog” Thogmartin’s exit press arrived this morning, several days after the feeds spoiled her medieval-twist elimination and one night after CBS finally allowed the television audience to catch up. this is an extremely normal way to evict somebody from a social-strategy game: make her spend roughly seven hours outside in a heavy dress, lose four competitions in a row, disappear without a vote, and then wait half a week before asking how she feels about it.

    Thog’s answer was mostly: fair enough. this is to her credit, although “did not blame a foam castle after losing four competitions” is not quite the redemption arc her exit press occasionally seems eager to assemble.

    Everyone is so preoccupied about people lying to them in the lying game, go talk to people instead

    schweg, (@schwegler.lol) 2026-08-27T03:07:45.589Z

    i posted this last week because the entire house was becoming personally offended that people had lied to them in the lying game. Thog’s interviews are interesting because she has now reached basically the same conclusion, only after being physically removed from the lying game by a man dressed like he was guarding a Renaissance fair parking lot.

    the twist was miserable, but she does not blame the twist

    in both Mike Bloom’s Parade interview and Dalton Ross’s Entertainment Weekly interview, Haley said she would have preferred a traditional eviction. she wanted the opportunity to campaign, say goodbye, make jury, and, yes, continue trying to win $750,000. all very reasonable complaints about being deleted from the house by Big Brother: Dark Ages Edition.

    still, she did not call the result unfair, and she does not regret asking Dee to send her into the first safety competition. with Dee and Devens already safe, and Angela next in their plan, Haley correctly assumed nobody was likely to save her for her. going in first gave her the maximum number of chances to protect herself. the strategy was sound. the competitions simply said absolutely not.

    Haley Thogmartin inside the Big Brother 28 house during her final week in the game.
    Haley Thogmartin on Big Brother 28. Photo: CBS, via Parade; used for commentary.

    the EW interview adds the bleak production detail that the whole sequence took about seven hours. she was given water and allowed to sit, but she did not go back inside between rounds. by the end, she was hot, sweaty, exhausted, and wearing a thick medieval dress. “expect the unexpected” is one thing. “expect to become a damp tapestry” feels like a separate waiver.

    her feelings were real; her monopoly on victimhood was not

    Bloom opens by asking how rough her week has been, and Haley answers, “My week’s been perfect!” honestly, good start. no notes.

    then he presses her on one of the season’s stranger recurring claims: Haley repeatedly described her first several weeks as extraordinarily difficult even though she was protected by Red Corner and Toolshed, never touched the block, and won an HOH. Melody and Mallory, who spent that period repeatedly fighting for their lives, understandably did not enjoy hearing about it.

    Haley’s answer is revealing because she can now separate her emotional experience from her strategic position. game-wise, she admits she was safe and set up well. personally, she felt overwhelmed almost immediately, took comments and conflicts very personally, and was less mentally prepared for the house than she expected. that is useful context. it is not a defense.

    the problem was never that Haley had feelings. the problem was that she treated her feelings as objective evidence, then expected people with far less protection to manage them for her. “i have had seven rough weeks” remained absurd when delivered to people who had been nominated four times before lunch. worse, ordinary resistance from Taylor, Lala, and others repeatedly became proof that Haley had been attacked, while her own coded dismissiveness, tone-policing, and microaggressive behavior got filed under stress. she was playing from inside the feeling, and only her feelings were granted full citizenship.

    the apology is better than denial. the bar remains underground

    both interviewers asked Haley directly about her behavior toward Taylor and her accusation that Lala had bullied her. good. those were not stray comments floating loose from an otherwise lovely summer. they were part of the ugliest pattern in Haley’s game: she could be dismissive and cruel, especially when someone outside her comfort circle asserted herself, then quickly reframe the resulting conflict as something being done to Haley.

    on Taylor, Haley said she had seen some of the online reaction, regretted what she said, understood that it was hurtful, and wanted to apologize directly. she also acknowledged that she inserted herself into the argument after overhearing her name, then refused the difficult conversation Taylor tried to have the next day because Haley did not want another heavy exchange. Taylor was expected to absorb Haley’s interruption, Haley’s assumptions, and Haley’s refusal on Haley’s preferred schedule. this was the pattern in miniature.

    Haley says this is an explanation, not an excuse, but the explanation still occupies most of the available real estate: pressure, exhaustion, overstimulation, and what she was personally experiencing. meanwhile, Taylor experienced the actual comments. owning harm after seeing the online reaction is better than denying it, but it is also the first item on the checklist. the microphones did not misunderstand her, the audience did not invent a tone, and a stressful house did not distribute the same behavior evenly among everyone inside it.

    on Lala, Haley retracts the bully label, as she should. she still returns to exchanges that hurt her feelings and an apology that did not feel sincere enough in the moment. this is the recurring asymmetry: Haley’s interior life arrives with footnotes, weather reports, and an appeals process; everyone else’s arrives as a threat assessment. calling a Black woman a bully for confronting you is not made harmless because the house was tense. the tension is part of why checking that reflex mattered.

    Haley Thogmartin speaking during a post-eviction Big Brother 28 interview.
    Haley Thogmartin during post-eviction press. Image via Parade; used for commentary.

    exit press is not absolution, and viewers are not obligated to convert one morning of consequence-assisted reflection into retroactive affection. Haley named specific people and admitted specific behavior, which makes this sturdier than the passive-voice mist reality contestants usually release when they discover the feeds had sound. it does not make it especially brave. she was terrible to people in that house, the pattern was visible long before eviction night, and “i own it” is the beginning of accountability, not its deluxe finale package.

    Dee played Big Brother; Haley kept checking the rules of real life

    the funniest strategic revelation is that Dee’s role in flipping the vote from Melody to Lyric went completely over Haley’s head. once told the full story, she immediately gives Dee credit. in EW, she says “it went right over my head,” then explains that she kept judging moves by what someone would do to a friend in real life. she now understands that this was, apparently, not the game.

    apparently!

    this is the entire Haley Thogmartin experience in one answer. she had enough social structure to dominate the opening month, enough competition ability to win power, and enough loyalty to be useful. what she did not have was the ability to treat information as information once it touched an emotion. every lie became a betrayal, every tense exchange became a moral event, and every person who challenged her risked becoming mean, unsafe, or a bully. that was bad strategy, but it was also simply bad behavior. the distinction matters because the people on the receiving end were not game pieces in Haley’s personal-growth montage.

    even after learning that the icons engineered the flip that destroyed her position, Haley says she would have remained loyal to them if she survived. there is logic there: they had become her only viable path, and resentment is not a strategy. there is also the lingering sense that “loyalty” was the one tool she trusted after the rest of the toolbox caught fire.

    her winner pick may have a very short shelf life

    Haley names Dee as the person playing the best hidden strategic game. she also praises Devens, says “his social game is immaculate,” and picks him as the person she wants to win.

    this is especially funny timing because Devens is currently on the block after volunteering to be Drew’s replacement nominee, a sentence constructed entirely from decisions i would not personally make. Haley believes his connections to Barrett and Drew give him room to survive even as the icons come under attack. we will know tonight whether her first postgame read is sharper than her in-house ones. no pressure.

    watch the full Parade interview

    the rapid-fire ending supplies one final tiny character study. Haley calls Angela nurturing, Barrett slick, Dee strong, Devens safe, and Lala fierce. asked about Taylor, she pauses, then calls her beautiful, says she has a beautiful heart, and describes her as an overall great person. it reads partly as a peace offering, partly as somebody choosing every word with oven mitts, and partly as the clearest indication that she knows exactly which conversation waits outside the studio.

    the verdict

    Haley’s exit press does not rewrite her season. she was unnecessarily cruel, repeatedly microaggressive, remarkably self-focused, and strategically unable to separate hurt feelings from useful facts. she helped create an ugly house dynamic, then narrated herself as one of its primary victims. a competent apology cannot make that footage unaired.

    the exit interviews improve my opinion of her from “incapable of self-reflection” to “capable of it once the consequences and press questions arrive.” that is movement. it is not redemption. she left understanding the twist that evicted her, the mistake that blinded her to Dee, and at least some of the harm she caused Taylor and Lala. the postgame download installed successfully. the operating system remains deeply suspicious.

    Featured image: Haley Thogmartin cast portrait, CBS/Paramount; used for commentary.

    Sources: Parade’s interview with Mike Bloom, Entertainment Weekly’s interview with Dalton Ross, and the ongoing #BB28 Thog discussion on Bluesky. Details reflect information available September 3, 2026.

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    youtube is quietly becoming the weirdest streaming service

    youtube is quietly becoming the weirdest streaming service

    youtube is no longer just a website with videos. according to my watch history, it’s a streaming service assembled from television, obsolete… Read more →

    I’m currently rewatching Please Like Me with my friend Jacob, which is how I discovered that YouTube has apparently become a streaming service now.

    Obviously YouTube has technically been a streaming service for a very long time. Video goes in. Video comes out. Streaming has occurred.

    But that’s not what I mean.

    I mean YouTube has somehow accumulated so many different kinds of television that opening the app on a TV now feels less like visiting a website and more like walking into a flea market where several incompatible versions of the entertainment industry have rented tables.

    There’s normal YouTube. People talking directly into cameras. Video essays. Podcasts that have cameras for some reason. Game footage. Music videos. A very serious investigation into whether 2015 was Nintendo’s worst year ever.

    There are also movies.

    There are entire television shows.

    There are live television channels.

    There are sports.

    There are clips uploaded by networks, old episodes uploaded by networks, and old episodes uploaded by somebody whose continued existence probably depends on nobody at a network noticing them.

    And increasingly, there are actual streaming subscriptions living inside YouTube. YouTube says it now offers more than 50 Primetime Channels, including HBO Max, Paramount+, FOX One, and NFL Sunday Ticket. Peacock moved in this summer, too, so NBC shows, Bravo, Universal movies, and live sports can now occupy the same app as a six-hour compilation about discontinued game consoles. (YouTube Help, YouTube Blog)

    Netflix would very much like you to think of Netflix as television.

    Disney+ is Disney.

    Peacock is NBC.

    YouTube is apparently everything television has ever been, plus whatever I became curious about four minutes ago.

    That is a fundamentally different proposition.

    according to my watch history, “television” is now a psychological condition

    I looked at my recent YouTube history because I wanted to see whether my impression of the service was accurate.

    It was worse than I thought.

    My recent viewing begins with a Daily Show clip about pardons, followed by three videos about Nintendo’s difficult relationship with 2015, the 3DS, and Wii U games ported to the Switch.

    Then Task Mistress.

    Then a Tomb Raider presentation from Gamescom.

    Then a segment from This Morning called Meet The Man With Hands 10 Times Bigger Than Yours!

    Then orcas.

    Then a Graham Norton tribute to Dolly Parton, followed immediately by Kylie Sonique Love’s “Do It Like Dolly.”

    Then a Jim Cornette omnibus, a full episode of The Big Fat Quiz, another episode of Task Mistress, and Bob the Drag Queen ranking reality television fights.

    No television network has ever assembled that schedule because a television network would be investigated.

    YouTube looked at all of those things and said: yes, this is one viewer. We can work with this.

    Task Mistress: conventional television, except it lives beside Nintendo retrospectives, enormous hands, and orcas in my history. Video: Avalon.

    The categories stop meaning anything after a while. Is a three-hour Scott the Woz compilation a television show, a podcast, a documentary, or the audiovisual equivalent of leaving a box fan running while I do something else? Is Bob the Drag Queen playing a Roblox animal hospital a game stream or a sitcom? Is The Big Fat Quiz television if I watch it through an official upload on the same service where I just learned that somebody put Linux on an Android phone?

    At some point the answer becomes: who cares, it’s on the big rectangle and I am watching it.

    Streaming services usually organize themselves around genre. Comedy. Drama. Reality. Documentary. Action.

    My actual YouTube genres appear to be:

    • Nintendo made a decision several years ago, and we are still processing it
    • professional wrestling was occasionally terrible, please explain for 94 minutes
    • drag queens interacting with video games or one another
    • somebody is doing something inadvisable with food
    • obsolete consumer technology remembered at exhausting length
    • a science question I did not have until the thumbnail asked it
    • British television I can watch without opening another app
    • three hours of a familiar person talking so the apartment is not silent

    Netflix does not have a row called Because You Watched Why Growing Pink Pineapples Is Illegal.

    YouTube understands that it should.

    YouTube thumbnail for “Was 2015 Nintendo’s Worst Year Ever?”
    The sort of extremely specific historical inquiry that YouTube correctly identifies as television for me. Image: Scott the Woz/YouTube; used for commentary.

    youtube has one enormous advantage: it already lives on everything

    Every streaming company spent the last decade trying to convince us to download another app.

    YouTube did not have to do that.

    YouTube was already there.

    It’s on the television, phone, tablet, Xbox, Switch, and probably the refrigerator if Samsung believes it can make me watch a preroll ad while getting shredded cheese.

    It is the one video app I can safely assume exists on whatever glowing rectangle happens to be nearby.

    That becomes surprisingly powerful once YouTube stops being merely “YouTube videos.”

    If a television series is officially available there, I don’t have to remember which media conglomerate owns it this quarter. I search for it.

    If I want a game presentation, I search for it.

    If I want to know why a Superman game is apparently so difficult to make, I search for it.

    If I want to know whether an apple provides more energy than coffee, I search for it, despite having survived for 37 years without requiring a ruling.

    And if I don’t know what I want, YouTube is prepared to generate a need. Before reviewing my watch history, I had forgotten that I apparently needed to see whether two interleaved phone books could be pulled apart, why cold drinks were deadly before 1914, every occasion on which evolution produced a crab, and what ancient humans did when it was too hot to sleep.

    The app collapses the distinction between watching television and looking something up about television, then collapses the distinction between looking something up and being ambushed by a new subject entirely.

    Netflix wants you to stay inside Netflix.

    YouTube wants you to fall down a staircase.

    YouTube thumbnail for Bob the Drag Queen ranking unhinged reality television fights.
    Reality television criticism, comedy, and Bob the Drag Queen: an algorithmic recommendation requiring no further defense. Image: Bob the Drag Queen/YouTube; used for commentary.

    it has the world’s strangest back catalog

    Streaming services present their catalogs as intentional collections.

    Here are our prestige dramas.

    Here are our comedies.

    Here are our blockbuster movies.

    Here is a tasteful row called “Because You Watched The White Lotus.”

    YouTube’s catalog feels archaeological.

    There are current game presentations beside retrospectives about the Wii U and PlayStation Vita. There are polished cooking productions beside Modified Grilled Cheese — You Suck at Cooking. There’s a 100-hour Counter-Strike 2 marathon somewhere between Cobblemon analysis and an episode of Poker Face in which one dish has been sabotaged.

    I watched a history of browser games, a video about weird 3D GIFs, and somebody playing Toontown Rewritten. On another service, that would require a carefully programmed nostalgia collection. On YouTube, it’s apparently just Tuesday.

    An entire history of browser games is simultaneously documentary, nostalgia programming, and something YouTube correctly decided I would leave running. Video: People Make Games.

    There are also entire ecosystems of old media being watched, clipped, reconsidered, ranked, and turned into new media. A chaotic episode of Wheel of Fortune becomes a full upload. Old celebrity interviews become warning signs. Every bad wrestling faction can be assembled into a taxonomy. A forgotten console receives the sort of historical treatment once reserved for dead monarchs.

    A streaming service would never design a catalog this way.

    That is precisely why I like it.

    For years, online video has moved toward behaving more like television: better production, professional creators, cleaner interfaces, premium subscriptions, and increasingly expensive programming.

    YouTube accomplished all of that without successfully removing the basement underneath it.

    The polished television is sitting directly on top of twenty years of internet debris.

    That rules.

    the streaming services are becoming tenants

    The funniest part is that conventional streaming companies seem increasingly willing to simply move into YouTube.

    YouTube launched Primetime Channels so people could subscribe to individual services and watch their shows, movies, and live programming without leaving YouTube. FOX One joined in June 2026, and Peacock followed later that month. YouTube described the point plainly: put more entertainment in one place so viewers do not have to jump between apps. (YouTube Blog)

    We spent years unbundling cable so every media company could build its own streaming service.

    Now the streaming services are slowly climbing back into bundles.

    Except one of the new cable companies is YouTube, and its channel guide was assembled by an algorithm with access to my psychological vulnerabilities.

    Imagine explaining my recent programming schedule to somebody in 1998:

    8:00 — Task Mistress
    8:45 — The Worst WWF/WWE Factions
    10:00 — Bob the Drag Queen runs a Roblox animal hospital while armed
    10:32 — festive cheese
    11:10 — can air become alcohol?
    11:28 — an update on some rocks a woman left at stage one for six months
    11:47 — ancient heat-management strategies
    12:09 — typewriter keyboards
    12:31 — illegal pink pineapples

    That channel would immediately become my favorite channel.

    maybe this is what streaming should have been

    I don’t particularly want another perfectly curated streaming service.

    We have those.

    They’re fine.

    What I increasingly appreciate is a place where professional entertainment and random human obsession occupy the same space.

    My history is full of videos made by broadcasters, newspapers, game companies, established production studios, independent creators, comedians, drag queens, wrestling obsessives, hardware tinkerers, and people who have appointed themselves historians of failed consoles. YouTube doesn’t ask me to decide which class of media I am currently consuming. It just keeps playing.

    That used to be much more common online. The internet did not have such clean boundaries between “media” and “some thing a guy made.” YouTube still doesn’t.

    It may now contain television networks, subscription services, live sports, studio movies, premium entertainment, and shows I already wanted to rewatch, but none of those things have managed to displace the weird website underneath.

    They just moved in next door to it.

    So now YouTube is possibly the most complete streaming service, provided your definition of complete includes Please Like Me, professional Japanese kitchen gadgets, WWE nobodies who somehow became world champion, Michael Jackson’s most savage moments, an LGBTQ+ sandwich, and a Pokémon toy that is also a Nintendo DS.

    Mine apparently does.

    Anyway, I need to get back to Please Like Me.

    Unless YouTube would like to explain why everything keeps evolving into crabs first.

    The algorithm’s closing argument: apparently everything keeps evolving into crabs. Video: PBS Eons.

    In which case all bets are off.

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    two patron saints of being too much: dolly parton and tim curry

    two patron saints of being too much: dolly parton and tim curry

    Dolly Parton and Tim Curry died on the same day at 80. Their careers looked nothing alike, but both made glorious excess… Read more →

    it is an almost offensively neat piece of cosmic bookkeeping: Dolly Parton and Tim Curry both died on tuesday, august 25, both at 80. the news arrived in separate waves, as if the universe wanted to make sure we had time to feel each floor drop out from under us

    Dolly died in Nashville after a brief battle with cancer. Tim died at his home in Los Angeles; his manager did not disclose a cause. two separate losses, one awful day

    on paper, they do not make an obvious pair. Dolly was a mountain songwriter who built a rhinestone republic out of country music, movie stardom, dirty jokes, sharp business instincts, and millions of children’s books. Tim was a Cheshire-born actor whose career ran from the royal court to Rocky Horror, Clue, It, Muppet Treasure Island, and enough voice roles to quietly occupy half our childhoods

    but for queer people—and really for anybody who has ever been told to turn the volume down—they spoke two dialects of the same language: too much is not a character flaw

    two different dialects of “too much”

    Dolly never pretended the hair grew that way. the construction was part of the honesty. she could show you every seam in the image, make the joke before you did, and then land a song so emotionally precise it rearranged the furniture in your chest

    the wigs, nails, rhinestones, body jokes, and deliberately impossible silhouette were not camouflage. they were authorship. Dolly understood that artifice can be the route to truth when you are the person choosing it. drag performers recognized that immediately, and Dolly recognized them right back

    her allyship was not flawless political branding assembled by committee. it was the same stubborn hospitality that ran through her work and her philanthropy: nobody gets turned away from the family table for being gay, poor, rural, loud, overdressed, undereducated, or otherwise inconvenient. the Human Rights Campaign’s remembrance gets at why that mattered

    Tim’s version of permission was less front-porch welcome and more castle door flung open at midnight. Frank-N-Furter was dangerous, selfish, funny, erotic, cruel, magnetic, and gloriously impossible to file into a respectable little box. the performance did not ask permission to blur gender, desire, comedy, horror, and rock music. it simply arrived in heels and took over the room

    Vibrant concert stage illuminated with sparkling lights and theatrical glow
    Camp is not the opposite of sincerity. sometimes it is the lighting rig that lets sincerity survive.

    camp was never the opposite of sincerity

    this is the part people who distrust camp always miss. exaggeration does not flatten feeling; it can make enough room for feeling to breathe

    Dolly’s camp said the wig is fake and the love is not. Tim’s camp said the castle is ridiculous and the desire is real. both used spectacle to smuggle tenderness past people who might have rejected it in plain clothes

    neither of them became beloved by sanding off the strange parts. they became beloved because the strange parts were delivered with total craft. Dolly could make a punchline, a feminist workplace anthem, and a devastating farewell song sound like they came from the same honest mouth because they did. Tim could turn a board-game murder mystery, a sewer clown, a cartoon pollutant, and a pirate into distinct species of theatrical delight because he never treated “genre” as an excuse to phone it in

    the permission slip remains

    celebrity grief is weird. we do not know these people, but we know the rooms their work made inside us. we know which version of ourselves first walked into those rooms and what became possible there

    for some people Dolly was proof that poor, rural, feminine, funny, sexual, devout, ambitious, and generous could all inhabit one body without canceling each other out. for some people Tim was the first adult on a screen who made gender trouble look less like a diagnosis and more like a party

    Empty theater stage with two director chairs, rhinestone heels and microphone, wildflowers, red velvet gloves, bow tie, film reel, and open book.
    The audience leaves; the permission they gave us to be louder, stranger, kinder, and more ourselves does not.

    losing both on the same day feels less like a tidy cultural coincidence than somebody dimmed two completely different spotlights at once

    the world is not suddenly less queer, less kind, or less gloriously overdecorated. they helped make sure of that. but it is, for the moment, a little less brightly lit

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    1,000 episodes later: broken microphones, bitter streams, and the glorious mess of the big brother battle royale

    1,000 episodes later: broken microphones, bitter streams, and the glorious mess of the big brother battle royale

    Big Brother Battle Royale marked 1,000 episodes with Janelle Pierzina, returning alumni, broken feeds, bitter drama, and $10,000 for PCRF. Read more →

    if you told me ten years ago that Big Brother would celebrate its 1,000-episode milestone by cramming over twenty former houseguests into a three-hour livestream speedrun hosted by janelle pierzina on chatbcc and YouTube, i would have asked which corner of reality tv purgatory you escaped from.

    and yet, on august 28, the #BBBR (Big Brother Battle Royale) happened. it was chaotic, technically compromised, wildly overbooked, and completely unfiltered—which is to say, it was the exact kind of messy spectacle that makes this franchise so endlessly entertaining when production isn’t micromanaging every diary room confessional to death.

    between pre-game roster drops, bitter post-season rivalries spilling into side-streams, and audio that sounded like it was being beamed from a tin can at the bottom of the mariana trench, it was pure comfort food for the feed-deprived.

    Clean flat vector illustration of an oversized crossed-out RSVP clipboard next to a dual-monitor setup displaying a houseguest arguing on an eviction feed alongside a reactionary webcam livestream with chat bubbles.
    Between forgotten RSVPs, last-minute cast overbooking, and split-screen watch parties, the drama started long before the opening comp.

    pre-game musical chairs and the livestreamed grudge match

    the comedy started well before the opening buzzer. chatbcc apparently booked the event like an airline overselling a holiday weekend flight. to fix the numbers, joseph abdin, kelley jorgensen, leah peters, and tommy bracco volunteered to step aside pre-game (with chatbcc kicking $1,000 to each of their charities as a thank-you, which is actually a classy move). then christie murphy dropped for family matters, while morgan pope and holly allen got trimmed from the final sheet.

    meanwhile, BB27 winner ashley hollis admitted on social media that she just forgot to rsvp until the last minute, before getting added back alongside a late-arrival wave featuring porsche briggs, ovi kabir, kyland young, and derek frazier.

    naturally, the ashley vs. morgan feud didn’t take the night off. while morgan wasn’t in the game, she fired up a reaction watch stream to give running commentary on the carnage. and karma moved at lightning speed: ashley got targeted immediately in round 1, became the first boot of the night, and traded parting shots with cory wurtenberger on her way out the door while twitter and reddit collectively lost their minds. you truly cannot script reality tv alumni pettiness.

    Modern flat art depicting a stylized chateau memory wall with five nominated player keys, a floating golden veto necklace, and a houseguest passionately presenting a charity plea chart while another alumnus walks past with a cocktail tray.
    Five-person nomination blocks, clutch vetoes, and houseguests campaigning on the virtue of their charities made the in-game rounds delightfully chaotic.

    the chateau of chaos: five-way blocks and charity pitch warfare

    once the games actually kicked off, the pacing was pure adrenaline. kyland young took the opening head of chateau (hoc) and immediately chose violence by nominating four former winners—taylor hale, rachel reilly, josh martinez, and ashley hollis—plus derek frazier for good measure. no easing in, just straight-up alumni hunting.

    the absolute peak comedy of the night came during the final 5. rachel reilly, doing what rachel reilly does best, gave an impassioned, high-octane campaign speech to hoc taylor hale explaining in meticulous detail why her charity was so important and needed to stay. the catch? everyone in the final five was playing for a charity. the sheer absurdity of trying to out-virtue the rest of the block for survival had chat rolling.

    Taylor told Rachel "I'm not taking a duo to final 5."

    Whit (@whitless256.bsky.social) 2026-08-29T01:48:55.125Z

    add in elissa slater pulling out vintage clutch comp energy with a key veto win, plus cliff hogg casually wandering into frame throughout the stream serving drinks to alumni like an unbothered cruise director, and the game itself delivered everything you want from an exhibition format.

    Flat illustration showing an oversized $10,000 charity check made out to PCRF, framed by retro geometric audio feedback waves, confetti, and a computer interface showing the final jury tally.
    Despite digital feed hiccups and echoing mics, Jimmy sealed the jury vote to send $10,000 to the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund.

    scuffed feeds, holy water, and a ten-grand check

    was the production technically polished? absolutely not. reddit had a field day breaking down the echoing audio, digitized mic feedback, desynced camera feeds, and random stream lag. but honestly, in a franchise that often suffers from over-sanitized, over-rehearsed television edits, there is something deeply charming about watching twenty reality vets scramble through a slightly scuffed indie stream. it felt raw, live, and genuinely spontaneous.

    when the dust settled, jimmy heagerty (BB27) navigated the final gauntlet and locked down the jury vote against a stacked finale group featuring felicia cannon, jason de puy, taylor hale, and tiffany mitchell.

    best of all, the $10,000 grand prize went directly to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund (PCRF), a result that received widespread praise across social media and the Big Brother community on Reddit. a great cause, top-tier alumni chaos, and a fittingly weird way to honor 1,000 episodes of the show we all complain about all summer and still can't stop watching.

    🚨 THE AFTERPARTY BUS LEAVES IN 5 MINUTES, EVERYONE HURRY

    allison 🎀🔮🧸 #bb28 (@jurymgmt.bsky.social) 2026-08-29T02:20:55.300Z

    sources and further reading

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    tim curry commits fully to being sexy pollution

    Tim Curry’s “Toxic Love” from FernGully remains an absurdly committed lesson in how destruction sells itself as appetite. Read more →

    there are villain songs, and then there is Tim Curry spending three and a half minutes making petrochemical extraction sound like the hottest bad decision of your life

    FernGully: The Last Rainforest did not need to give pollution a velvet voice, a smoke body, a limber little set of hips, and one of the most committed vocal performances ever smuggled into a children’s movie. it chose excellence anyway

    “Toxic Love” works because the movie understands something most environmental messaging is too polite to say: destruction rarely arrives looking like destruction. it arrives selling appetite. it tells you the machine is progress, the poison is convenience, and wanting more is the same thing as being alive

    then Tim Curry rolls every syllable around like it owes him rent and turns the whole argument into cabaret. no visible actor, no wink at the camera, just a voice so physical you can practically see the raised eyebrow

    damn sexy pollution, indeed

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    the bored strategist: when having power leads to self-sabotage

    the bored strategist: when having power leads to self-sabotage

    there is a very specific, tragicomic pathology that infects reality competition frontrunners the second their position becomes too comfortable: boredom. a look… Read more →

    there is a very specific, tragicomic pathology that infects reality competition frontrunners the second their position becomes too comfortable: boredom.

    Modern flat illustration of a lone reality TV player pacing an empty room at 3 AM near a glowing cyan fish tank, imagining an overcomplicated floating gold and red chess game that leads to a trapdoor beneath them.
    When power and sensory deprivation collide, frontrunners often invent complex moves that engineer their own downfall.

    in a game like big brother, logic dictates that when you hold all the cards, have the numbers locked, and your target is dead in the water by monday afternoon, you should simply sit down, eat your slop, and shut your mouth until thursday night. but human beings—especially isolated, paranoid, reality-competition humans trapped in a soundstage with no phones, no clocks, no books, and zero outside stimulation—are fundamentally incapable of sitting on their hands when they have power.

    instead, they start pacing the hoh room at 3:00 am, staring into the fish tank, and inventing 4d chess moves until they successfully orchestrate their own execution.

    Dee gets so bored that I think she’s gonna somehow figure out how to blindside herself this week

    schweg, (@schwegler.lol) 2026-08-21T12:12:46.916Z

    the sensory deprivation trap: when stillness feels like danger

    the root of almost every catastrophic overplay isn’t arrogance; it’s sensory deprivation mixed with acute restlessness. when you strip away every normal distraction and force sixteen hyper-competitive people to live in an insulated pressure cooker, doing nothing feels unnatural—even dangerous.

    if tuesday and wednesday pass with zero conflict, the power-holder’s brain inevitably short-circuits. “why is everyone so calm? are they plotting behind my back? is this straightforward 7–1 eviction too easy? what if i fake-nominate my closest ally to test their loyalty? what if i pull off a five-step blindside just to keep everyone on their toes?”

    Flat vector illustration of a clockless soundstage enclosed in an hourglass, showing a frantic player silhouette connecting tangled red conspiracy yarn that leads into a blanket fortress in the corner.
    Without clocks, phones, or outside stimuli, even total game security begins to look like an impending ambush.

    the hall of fame: when houseguests implode

    this is how simple, textbook weeks turn into self-inflicted greek tragedies. a strategist gets so profoundly bored with their own dominance that they start manufacturing puzzles just to prove they can solve them.

    audrey middleton: the 4 am blanket caucus

    audrey in bb17 is the patron saint of superfans who enter the house playing at 100 mph while everyone else is still unpacking their swimsuits. by day four, she had formed a nine-person alliance, sneaked around the house counting random background objects for hypothetical comps, and held 4:00 am bedside interrogations like a paranoid mafia don.

    when you sprint through an entire summer’s worth of strategic capital in 96 hours, there’s nowhere left to go except retreating under a blanket in the have-not room eating omelettes while the entire house unceremoniously backdoors you.

    haleigh broucher: the bathtub spiral & the noble suicide

    Haleigh Broucher headshot from Big Brother 20

    few moments in modern live feeds rival haleigh’s chaotic, red-wine-soaked hoh reign in bb20. after winning the hacker competition, instead of letting level six twist in the wind or allowing her secret power to do its job, haleigh spent an evening in the bathtub convincing herself that “honesty” was the optimal game move.

    she called an emergency house meeting to publicly confess she was the hacker to clear bayleigh’s name—instantly painting a massive target on her back, detonating her own alliance’s cover, and handing tyler crispen the easiest defensive layup of his life.

    dustin erikstrup: the pawn who volunteered into oblivion

    Dustin Erikstrup (BB8) right before one of the most famous blindsides in reality TV history.

    if you want the undisputed gold standard of hubris meets boredom, look no further than dustin in big brother 8. sitting pretty in the dominant late night crew alliance, dustin got so smug about his untouchable social standing that he volunteered to sit on the block next to evel dick just to prove how beloved he was.

    he was so convinced he held all the cards that he practically walked himself up to the gallows. when julie chen read the 4–2 vote and his jaw hit the floor, it gave us one of the most iconic blindside reaction faces in reality television history.

    modern parallels: dee valladares and the bb28 itch

    Dee stands behind Barrett menacingly in the BB28 pantry

    we are watching this exact phenomenon play out in real time right now in big brother 28. dee entered the summer in an enviable power position alongside devens and the early vet alliance. but as the weeks drag on, the itch to constantly orchestrate, pull strings, and micromanage every conversation has turned into pure paranoia.

    from offering rejected bb bribes to yash (who hilariously told her to keep her pocket change) to over-calculating blockbuster scenarios on a wednesday afternoon, dee is actively building the very trapdoor she’s going to fall through. when you can’t tolerate a quiet house, you end up handing your rivals the exact blueprint to take you out.

    narrative catharsis and the janelle principle

    from a viewer’s perspective, there is no narrative payoff sweeter than watching a runaway power-holder dismantle their own game out of pure, fidgety restlessness.

    Modern minimalist illustration of a confident contestant standing on an eviction pedestal while pulling a lever that opens a trapdoor beneath their own feet.
    From bathtub confessions to volunteering as a pawn, the bored frontrunner often builds the exact mechanism of their own eviction.

    when a dominant alliance plays disciplined, feeds get dry, episodes turn into rote procedural slogs, and viewers start praying for a lightning strike. but when that frontrunner over-engineers a move and hands the opposition an opening? that’s pure television magic.

    I just hope whoever wins HoH is pissed enough at Dee to quote Janelle

    schweg, (@schwegler.lol) 2026-08-27T03:03:43.815Z

    nothing revitalizes a season faster than an underdog taking power on the heels of a massive blunder, stepping up to the microphone, and channeling peak janelle pierzina energy (“bye bye, bitches!”) directly into the face of a bewildered former frontrunner.

    the discipline of doing nothing

    great gameplay is usually boring gameplay. the players who actually walk away with the $750,000 check are almost always the ones who master the discipline of doing absolutely nothing when doing nothing is the optimal move.

    Split-panel flat vector graphic comparing chaotic hands dropping scattered puzzle pieces on the left against a calm figure sitting still with hands folded over a secured gold key on the right.
    The most lucrative move in modern social strategy games is often the discipline to sit still and say nothing.

    the tragedy—and the entertainment—of the “bored strategist” is that they’d rather be dramatically wrong than quietly safe. they want to be the mastermind authoring every chapter of the season, forgetting that the easiest way to get written out of the script is trying to write too much of it at once.

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    #bb28: m&m dye, house micro-aggressions, and the impending blockbuster chaos

    #bb28: m&m dye, house micro-aggressions, and the impending blockbuster chaos

    Catching up on Big Brother 28 after a theme CPU glitch: calling out the house micro-aggressions, Angela’s M&M dye art, Drew’s veto… Read more →

    so, if you noticed the tumbleweeds rolling through here over the last month and change, no, i didn’t abandon ship—my theme decided to start chewing through cpu cycles like it had a personal vendetta against my server. but we are back online just in time for the absolute circus currently unfolding inside the Big Brother 28 house.

    when i last posted on july 17th, we were in the golden era of absurdity: eggela had officially hatched, the tool shed was consolidating power with the smug certainty of people who think day 10 alliances last until finale night, and we were all just trying to figure out how many tools could fit in one metaphorical shed before the roof collapsed. fast forward six weeks, and the vibes in the house have shifted from goofy summer camp chaos to messy, uncomfortable, and deeply fractured warfare.

    angela’s m&m dye art and the lingering tool shed hangover

    first, we have to talk about the sheer unhinged brilliance of angela painting with water mixed with m&m dye using what appeared to be a makeup brush. total, unadulterated icon behavior. say what you want about her game, but the chaotic diy innovation is why we watch feeds. meanwhile, the lingering smugness from the early vet alliance—especially dee and devens acting like they held a monopoly on common sense—has steadily soured into pure paranoia. dee gets so bored in that house that i genuinely think she’s going to figure out a way to blindside herself before jury even hits. whoever wins the next hoh needs to be pissed enough at her to quote janelle verbatim.

    Barrett, confused in the BB28 house.
    Barrett was at a cross-roads this week.

    the subtle micro-aggressions and uncomfortable house dynamics

    as entertaining as the gameplay pivots can be, we also need to call out the darker undertones that have crept into the house dynamics over the past few weeks. it’s become exhausting watching the subtle micro-aggressions, coded dismissiveness, and casual othering that keep cropping up on the feeds. whenever someone outside the dominant clique tries to assert themselves or play the game, they’re met with immediate tone policing, exaggerated claims of feeling “threatened” or “uncomfortable,” and double standards that never apply to the majority alliance.

    it’s that classic Big Brother social pathology where isolating someone socially gets justified as “pure game,” while the actual rhetoric used in private conversations crosses the line into micro-invalidations and passive-aggressive hostility. the lack of self-awareness from players who preach good vibes while actively marginalizing others is infuriating to watch on the live feeds. recognizing implicit bias and checking your own behavior shouldn’t stop at the front door of the studio lot.

    drew blowing up the house, thog’s sudden galaxy brain, and the bbbb nightmare

    on the game front, drew went and detonated everything at the veto ceremony, leaving us with a blockbuster nomination lineup that has everyone losing their minds. the fact that drew got distracted (classic) and ended up on the block next to mal and taylor is peak bb28. and watching mallory try to convince drew to throw the block buster was almost impressive in how overtly cruel it was—like, wouldn’t him throwing his own game prove he actually wants you to stay?? mal is stressing out on wednesday over thoughts meant for friday, spiraling into total green dinosaur screaming territory.

    Dee stands behind Barrett menacingly in the BB28 pantry.
    Dee stands behind Barrett menacingly in the BB28 pantry.

    and then there’s thog (haley). i spent the first month convinced she could truly do no right in my eyes, but suddenly she’s out here exhibiting actual tactical perception? her read on barrett’s pitch—noticing that if they only approach her as the swing for one specific scenario, they already have the others locked down—was legitimately sharp. not thog having the best read in the room?!

    gameplay philosophy: talk to people, clean the damn kitchen

    as we head into the live eviction, the bbbb scenarios are pure chaos. if mal wins, fap has to publicly pick “not drew,” firming up the house lines. if taylor wins, fap picks mal, drew walks, and sides lock in. if drew wins, we get a messy vote where mal goes and yash is forced to pivot again (which he will). usually i root for the specific outcome that causes maximum drama, but this week every single path leads to a different brand of mess.

    my only real gripes right now? first, production giving us zero hints about the incoming twist in the promo email (terrified of what nonsense they’re about to drop on us). second, everyone spending all day hyperventilating about being lied to in a game built entirely around lying—stop agonizing and go talk to people! and finally, the state of that house. people are doing dirty stuff on food prep surfaces again. forget physical comps; the next blockbuster should literally just be a timed dishwashing challenge.

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    industry plant or chaotic good: the geese marketing conundrum

    industry plant or chaotic good: the geese marketing conundrum

    the discourse around geese being an “industry plant” vs just engaging in chaotic good marketing is proof that our collective brains have… Read more →

    we have officially reached the stage of modern internet culture where if a young indie band is actually good, charismatic, and knows how to use social media, people immediately assume they were manufactured in a secret underground pentagon laboratory

    the discourse around geese being an “industry plant” vs just engaging in chaotic good marketing is proof that our collective brains have been fried by algorithm paranoia. when did being inventive and having fun with promotional campaigns become suspicious?? if turning album promotion into surreal, chaotic art keeps rock music interesting, we need more of it, tbh


    Source: Wired

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    tulasi beads in the mosh pit: when 90s hardcore found krishna

    tulasi beads in the mosh pit: when 90s hardcore found krishna

    which is why the early-90s rise of krishnacore remains one of the wildest, most earnest mutations in underground music history… Read more →

    punk rock and religion usually go together like gasoline and a birthday cake—the entire genre was practically built on yelling at institutions, tearing down dogma, and mocking authority figures

    which is why the early-90s rise of krishnacore remains one of the wildest, most earnest mutations in underground music history. the guardian just published a fantastic retrospective on how youth of today’s ray cappo, vic dicara, and a bunch of straight-edge hardcore kids turned eastern spirituality and the bhagavad gita into blistering, heavy-as-lead punk rock

    “We had a retired school bus that was converted into a kind of travelling temple… It was wild, and probably the closest thing to the hardcore version of being a Deadhead: the self-sufficient cooking, setting up in parking lots, passing out pamphlets and talking to people.”

    imagine sharing festival stages with slayer and the sex pistols while your band consists of celibate monks chanting hare krishna between breakdowns. bands like shelter and 108 didn’t just play shows; they built a travelling ecosystem with prasadam in parking lots and tulasi beads flying in the pit. and when that scene fractured, it directly planted the seeds for 90s emo royalty like texas is the reason

    whether it was intense ego-stripping or just the loudest spiritual search ever committed to tape, there’s something deeply admirable about kids who looked at the cynical 90s hardcore scene and decided to bring full-throated devotion into the pit


    Source: The Guardian

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    three universes walk into a bar: the avengers: doomsday collision course

    three universes walk into a bar: the avengers: doomsday collision course

    the breakdown of who is getting thrown into the multiversal blender in avengers: doomsday Read more →

    just when you thought we might finally get a break from multiversal headache-inducing plot devices, marvel decided to double down, hire robert downey jr. back behind a metal mask, and pit three entire realities against each other like an overpriced cosmic royal rumble

    the official synopsis for avengers: doomsday confirmed that victor von doom’s grand scheme drags three specific universes onto a “deadly collision course.” if you’re trying to keep your timeline branches straight without needing a master’s degree in comic continuity, here is the breakdown of who is getting thrown into the multiversal blender

    1. earth-616: the tired sacred timeline

    this is the main mcu sandbox we’ve been stuck in for almost two decades. sam wilson is holding down captain america duties, yelena belova is herding the new avengers, and the timeline is basically held together with duct tape after the tva stopped pruning branches. this is ground zero where the actual collision is going to hit, and honestly, the residents of 616 have suffered enough collateral damage to deserve a union at this point

    2. earth-838: retro-futuristic fantastic four land

    cosplay event in ciudad de mexico
    Photo by José Alcalá on Pexels.com

    fresh off the fantastic four: first steps, earth-838 gives us the 1960s retro-futuristic world where reed richards, sue storm, johnny storm, and the thing are the sole celebrity protectors fighting off galactus. but more importantly, this is heavily rumored to be the home turf of rdj’s doctor doom. tying doom directly to reed’s home universe gives them that personal, petty comic book rivalry we actually want, plus baby franklin richards is basically a walking cheat code whose reality-warping powers are going to drive the whole secret wars engine

    3. earth-10005: the fox x-men nostalgia trap

    the universe that started it all back in 2000. between monica rambeau getting stranded there at the end of the marvels and deadpool slicing his way through timeline bureaucracy, earth-10005 is the legacy playground. professor x, magneto, cyclops, gambit, and mystique are on deck to get dragged into the conflict


    Source: CBR