Eric explains that he's a firefighter. It's interesting, isn't it, how that gets almost a moment of silence now? How we almost bow our heads, just a little, for just a split second? Everyone I know does it. I do it, too. I may always. Of course, this isn't about that, so Chiara notes that Eric is kinda hot, which is true, especially when compared with Josh. Unfortunately, Eric says "rock on" at the end of his speech, and I think the expiration date on "rock on" has just about passed. Lori is from Wisconsin, and she does customer service at a bank. Hey, is that her voice on the phone that tells me, "The balance on your account is...five...dollars...and...fifty-one...cents"? If it is, I'd like to talk to her about some adjustments. Amy explains that she doesn't like Lori's "northern accent" (Lori's really isn't that bad, by the way). And then Amy says (no kidding) the following: "I've always been kind of anti- that whole north, Midwest, or upper west, whatever, accent thing." I take my Amy voodoo doll and stuff lutefisk up its nose. Bite me, Sweetheart of Sigma Die, Die, Die. Lori says her kids are her life, and Eric does a pretty funny "We're your life now" bit, pointing menacingly at her. Hee. Chiara says that her name means "light."
Now, the houseguests do a little dishing about each other. Tonya diary-rooms that Chiara seems "really genuine." Lisa, on the other hand, diary-rooms that she doesn't see any particularly strong competition. Amy adds that this year's group is hotter than last year's. I don't know. There's no Evil Doctor of Unfettered Lust yet, but I do think the nice people are, on average, significantly better-looking than last year's nice people. Of course, at this time last year, I wanted to marry Hardy, so you never know what a season will bring.
Josh tells the camera that the game is his, and the house is his. He gives the other houseguests the courtesy of admitting that they're "involved." I begin imagining what he would look like as a stuffed head over my fireplace. I would poke him in the eye every time I walked through the living room. In fact, the temptation to do that might make me late for work.