| Laundry day musings |
 I'm tackling the mountain of laundry tonight. Due to the lack of television stations and my laziness in changing the channel, "Wheel of Fortune" is playing in the background.
Now, if you know me, you know I hate this game show. Here are a few of the reasons why I can't stand "Wheel."
- Why must the contestants yell whatever letter they'd like to pick? "L!" "D!" "S!" They're miked, so there is no need for the excited yell -- EVERY time.
- Peeve #2 -- buying vowels. This really stumps me. The puzzle is almost COMPLETELY solved, and these jerks will keep buying stinkin' vowels! Don't they know that they lose money, with each vowel they buy?! Why must they keep on buying them, especially after they already know what the puzzle is? Solve it already, sheesh.
- As with all game shows, the introductions of each contestant is the most completely useless part of the show. I don't care how many kids you have, where you're from, or what crap you collect.
- not to mention the speel between Pat and Vanna. Now THERE is a passive aggressive relationship if ever I saw one -- and I should know, I grew up in the South, the homeland of passive aggression.
And yes, I should be thesis writing, and not ranting about Wheel of Fortune. I'll get to it after Jeopardy! -- a real game show. ("What is ... another way to put off finishing that thesis chapter?")
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Rejected bumper-sticker #512: the South, the homeland of passive aggression.
Thanks for the chuckle, Becky. :)
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Rejected bumper-sticker #512: the South, the homeland of passive aggression.
Thanks for the chuckle, Becky. :)