Everything needs improvement, even the game show Wheel of Fortune, so here’s some rule changes The Grump would like to see…
- Cannot guess vowels 2 times in a row. Guess a vowel, then you have to guess a consonant before you are allowed to guess another vowel.
- Vacation prizes should not count toward the person’s winnings for getting to the final round. It’s not fair to the other contestants as the vacation almost always seals the deal and shuts everybody else out.
- With the exception of the million dollar prize panel, Bankrupt should count for that puzzle round only. In other words, if you win a “Wild Card” in puzzle one, landing on Bankrupt in puzzle 3 would have no effect, you get to keep the Wild Card.
- Any ‘free ride’ (guessing without contestants spinning the wheel), i.e. Express, Toss-ups, etc., should be consonants only.
- The letters K, Q, X, and Z, should be double value… including in the final round for the entire prize money, but only if you called it in your added letters.
Some added suggestions, but not totally necessary.
- Game shows should be legally required to pay taxes on all winnings.
- Require contestants to “bet the house”, put something up of value like in gambling. That’d make it interesting. I could hear it now… contestant loses, Pat says, “Ok, guys, take away the furniture!”
Green Acres. But I digress, already.
What do we learn from TV?
Missy and I… ok, just *I*… watch Forensic Files. A lot. Often. I’ve seen every episode at least four times. It doesn’t help when Netflix has them all, plus Hulu, and other channels, so I can watch them like they vote in Chicago… early and often.
I now mostly watch them as background noise when I want to do something but don’t want to be distracted because it also interests me. I’ve seen them all so I have no need to be riveted anymore.
Anyways, what would we learn from Forensic Files? A friend of mine feels shows like this are irresponsible, they teach people how to get away with crimes. I don’t see it that way. Before I go on I will say that I have learn some things along these lines. For example…
- …should you ever find yourself in an interrogation room… SHUT UP!!! Even honest police will say only an idiot speaks when potentially in legal trouble, and it matters not if you’re innocent or guilty.
- …A second thing I have learned is: Police lie. Legally. It is illegal for you to lie to them, but it is perfectly legal, encouraged even, for them to lie to you. (In the US) If they tell you Jimmy ratted you out… maybe, maybe not. Go back to #1, shut up.
- …A third thing I’ve learned is: If you have committed a crime, especially something like murder or robbery, throw away every single piece of clothing you were wearing. Everything. Preferably each piece in a different dumpster with the minimum distance between each dumpster being 30 miles.
- …Do not ever use a credit card when purchasing your “murder supplies”. Cash only. A minimum of 50 miles from anywhere you might otherwise go, and a store which you never normally patronize. And for the love of God, even when you do use cash, do not then use your loyalty card. It’s mind-boggling this even has to be said, but I have watched countless people get life in prison because they wanted to save 35c on duct tape.
- But the biggest thing I’ve learned is: Don’t even do it, because if they want to find you bad enough, they will.
Another aspect is the police will also search your social media history if you’re a suspect… spare me the euphemistic “person of interest” crap, if they talking to you you’re a suspect… but I have no intention to commit a crime, so there ya go.
Oh, and for the record… Missy always gets sucked in, too, and we end up discussing it together.
Is it just me, but doesn’t that sound almost obscene? Almost pornographic?
Well, that’s an odd way to start a post.
It’s been a lazy inside snow day, and The Wife Missy and I have been putzing around, wasting boatloads of time on the internet, and watch tv. Primarily American Pickers, which the above is Mike Wolf’s favorite saying when he finds a pick that is especially promising. Maybe it’s the inner 12 year old in me, but I giggle every time he says that.
Of course we could be watching Forensic Files. I’ve seen the entire series on, oh, maybe four times. I don’t even pay attention anymore, I just use it for background noise. Bores Missy to tears, though.
Then there’s Forrest Gump… but that’s all I have to say about that.
The theme here, of course, is that on a Saturday there’s nothing on tv. Missy likes Pickers, and I’m fine with it, so all is good.