The year was 2001. The show was Survivor. The season was The Australian Outback. And the boy (because there’s
always a boy) was Colby Donaldson.
I loved Colby Donaldson – and everything named Colby by
extension: cheese, the computer with the missing memory, my pet duck (who may
or may not have been named for the Survivor), everything.
I must admit that I was slightly disappointed when, after Survivor, old Colbster made the
oh-so-cliché move from small-town Texas to the bright lights of Hollywood in
order to pursue an acting career. I was even more disappointed to learn that he
can’t act. At all. (I would assume casting directors were a bit disappointed by
this as well.)
Lucky for him, he’s pretty, which is probably why he’s had marginal success as a TV host. Whatever the reason, I’m always pleasantly surprised to find his baby blues on my TV.
Lucky for him, he’s pretty, which is probably why he’s had marginal success as a TV host. Whatever the reason, I’m always pleasantly surprised to find his baby blues on my TV.
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| We could've put a boring old picture here, but he's just SO MUCH BETTER in living color, don't you think? |
And today, my friends, the handsome lad with the limited
acting ability, perfect teeth and boyish good looks turns, wait for it,
FORTY.
Yikes.
I feel old. I bet he does too.
It’s a good thing some of us just keep getting better with
age, huh, Colby?
