"WITH SKIN DRIPPING OFF HIS FINGERS": With those words, reminding us of the awesomeness of Michael Skupin, Wild Boar Killer, Survivor officially came back. Now, I didn't see the prior Penner or Russell Swan seasons -- I can see what y'all like in Penner -- but Skupin? Dude was a hoss, and I'm giddy. (Also heralding its comeback? The return of a Survivor tradition: Probst hectoring female competitors about an alleged lack of effort during a challenge.)
So I guess no one's allowed to admit their true careers anymore on the show, not in this post-Hogeboom universe. Jeff Kent claims to make his money from racing motorcycles (ha!); Blair From Facts Of Life won't volunteer that she indeed roomed with Jo, Tootie, and Natalie; heck, even RC the I-banker (and possible Parvati wannabe) will only admit to being an executive assistant.
In the meantime, we've got many of the things I love in season openers, including scrambling for provisions, furtive alliance-forming and HII-seeking, fire-starting, multiple injuries, and, thank goodness, a blessed idiot who has no idea how to play the game. It's Survivor 25, and I'm ready to have some fun.
