Lately I’ve re-started leaving the TV on for the cats when I go to work. It definitely makes them less freaky and skittish when I get home in the morning and there’s less general destruction around the apartment. So anyway I got home around 9:30am or so one particular morning and start surfing porn, as usual… and what comes on? ….
The Price is Right!
Jesus, I haven’t seen TPIR (as the cool cats like to refer to it now) in like, 10 years and it’s even more nutty than the last time I watched. People go totally ape-shit over a package of vacuum cleaner bags. It’s amazing. I swear they pump gaseous meth into the crowd the way these people behave. It’s just not civilized. It’s like watching Oprah give away cars to her studio audience except it’s not Oprah, it’s Bob Barker; it’s not cars, it’s floor polish; and they’re not giving away anything to the audience, they’re making select members of them humiliate themselves on national TV for hot-dog buns. It’s incredible.
I think the real “cool cats” call it
A.S.O.A.P.O.V.C.B.
(a la “ape-shit over a package of vacuum cleaner bags”)
Or should.
I’d be watching *that.*
“they’re making select members of them humiliate themselves on national TV for hot-dog buns.”
That’s nothing. Wait until Survivor Metairie IV. ;o
yeah, i go to the cafeteria for the last half hour of the show and the ladies in housekeeping are addicted.
there is a teeny moment, right before the phenomonon of ‘ape shit over a package of vacuum cleaner bags\hot dog buns\popcorn popping oil’, when something beautiful passes through their faces. an internal struggle between ‘am i really going to do this on national t.v. over vacuum cleaner bags?’ and the inalienable right to grasping your own personal 15 minutes. they always choose ape shit, but the brief moment of struggle is worth it.
or, the moment right before the prize is revealed where the contestants have this moment of “i’ll do the ‘jump-up-&-down-&-scream-&-hug- bob’ thing that i practiced at home if its a car. but if its some sort of home shopping network kitchen appliance that has limited usage and is hard to clean i’ll do the ‘put-my-hands-in-front-of-my-face-&-look-into-the-audience-with-suprise’ thing that i thought up on the plane.”
besides, the showcase showdown plotlines are sublime…
i feel a t.p.i.r. drinking game at debbie’s house coming on.
Are the prizes really that crap on the US version? Wow. When TPIR was last on TV here (Australia) at least there were holidays and stuff up for grabs.
I think they give the audience ecstacy as they file through the doors or something, as a production standard thing… the contestants over here act like they’re on some major chemicals too. :) It’s hilarious.
Bwahahahahahahaha!
Hey Jess. No, there’s still the trips and
“A new CAR!!!” but at least those are worth going bat-shit-crazy over. I swear one woman was so excited she guessed the right price and won the oven cleaner she soiled herself on national tv. It’s just not right.