I'm home with a stomach flu thing today, which gives me the chance to lay on the couch and flip channels without feeling guilty about it. Except, there's not much on during the weekday hours, is there? After running through seventeen talk shows (one with Tony Danza, when the hell did he get his career back?), I settled on The Price is Right.
Now, I haven't see TPIR in about ten years, so I was expecting some upgrades in the set, maybe a few flashes of update technology or the like. No, it was like stepping into a time warp, right back to the last time I watched the show. And Bob still looks like he dipped his head in baby powder, there are still those morons in the audience who spend the entire time yelling out "bid one dollar!" as if underbidding your opponent was something they just came up with on their own and they still pick bitch contestant who will bid $801 after the guy next to her just bid $800. That's just poor form, man. Cutthroat Price is Right? I call shenanigans. I think they should have updated the rule to state that when someone fucks up your bid like that, you have the right to bitchslap them.
Well, at least Bob was happy. The chick who bid $801 was a jiggly young thing with "Bob Rocks!" plastered across her chest, giving him free reign to stare at her tits and not her face. The more things change....
You know what I miss? Afternoon game shows. Coming home from school and going straight to the tv to watch Match Game was one of life's great pleasures. Even if I didn't understand the innuendos until much later in life.