May 27th, 2005


The Worst: Week 7 - FINALS!!!

The Worst
Rules (a review):
Vote for the celebrity of the paring that, in your opinion, more suits the Qualification Criteria or otherwise irritates you more. If you like both, dig deep within your soul to find the one you like less.

The winner of the matches will go on to face HOLY SHIT THE CHAMPIONSHIP, the loser will be eliminated. In short: Vote for the person you think sucks more than the other. To move forward is to suck more. To be eliminated is to suck less.

Bitching about how someone you love/respect/think is awesome has made it on the list or ended up defeating someone you think is far shittier than they, is a foul. Them's the ropes. All contestants were democratically nominated and their caliber has been decided by popular vote. You may simply have bad taste. Don't comment or start flames about how so-and-so has no place in this or should never have beaten whoever.

SPECIAL FINALS/CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND RULE EXCEPTION: In the event of a tie at 4pm on Thursday of this round or the Championship, the Worst will go into Sudden Death starting 4:01pm. I will take a screen shot at 4:00 and again once the tie is decided. Deciding either of these two rounds by seed placement would be way anticlimactic.

Standings and the full bracket can be viewed here: The Worst

Voting for week 7 will close on Thursday, June 2. The Championship voting will begin Friday, June 3.

Poll #501675 The Worst - Week 7 FINALS

Finals: North vs. South

#1 Seed: Paris Hilton
#6 Seed: Anna Nicole Smith

Finals: East vs. West

#2 Seed: Michael Jackson
#4 Seed: Celine Dion

Real World Interaction #2

Tonight I went out for a few beers with a co-worker, then walked to Georgetown to see turkishturki on his night behind the bar at Garretts. I left there two Miller Lites later and headed to the Rosslyn Station.

Who do I run into on M street on my way? Why, The Real World Philadelphia's own Karamo of course.

I passed by and recognized him and in a second realized who it was. I reached out and touched his forearm, looked at him and said "Hey! How's it goin'?" he smiled and said he was doing alright.

And that was that. Less ass-touching than my last Real World interaction, but gratifying nonetheless.

Don't believe me? Here's my Karamo-touchin' hand for proof.