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I Would like to Buy a Vowel and a Chance for a New Life, Pat.

I am not actually admitting to watching The Wheel of Fortune, but where I live, it comes on directly following Jeopardy, so I usually catch the first few minutes of it.



This show has been on forever. Like, since I was in junior high and I am 41, so you do the math. Not really. Don't do the math. I was kidding. That is my numero uno pet peeve; when someone says "you do the math." Hey guess what smarty pants? I was a liberal arts major and I hate math. If you try to make me do math while listening to your stupid story, I will stop listening and think you are a jerk for attempting to trick me into doing something I have spent my whole avoiding. And while we are at it, I don't really give a crap if you intended your pun or not.

Anyway, since the show has been on let's say 25 years and it is on every blasted day, there have been roughly 12 million episodes, right? (Don't email if that figure is slightly off). What is my point? My point is this. At the start of every show, Pat likes to chat up the contestants to see what kind of fascinating life they lead. Since there have been 12 million episodes and three contestants per show, that means about 36 million people have been on "America's show."  Here is my beef. How is it that every single 36 million of them has either a "handsome husband" or "wonderful wife?" I am sorry. I do not buy it.




Has anyone on that show ever had an ugly husband or a bitchy wife?

As far as I can tell, the only criteria for getting on this show is to have a really loud voice and the ability to give a canned answer to that probing Sajak question, "Are you married?"

For just once, I would like to hear something along these lines:


Pat, not only do I not have a husband/wife, but I have not had a date in 10 years.


Pat, my wife is a raging lunatic who beats our kids when she is not at the bar.


Pat, my husband is a big fat slob who has not worked in three years and I need the loot to divorce his ass.

PS: And I am not saying all this because of that time (many, many years ago) that Lorraine and I stood in line for 9 hours at an American Furniture Warehouse only to be rejected from the opportunity to audition for the show. Not allowed to audition. What a slap in the face. 

We did get a consolation prize. A Wheel of Fortune keychain.

Which was not this nice.


I Would like to Buy a Vowel and a Chance for a New Life, Pat.

I am not actually admitting to watching The Wheel of Fortune, but where I live, it comes on directly following Jeopardy, so I usually catch the first few minutes of it.



This show has been on forever. Like, since I was in junior high and I am 41, so you do the math. Not really. Don't do the math. I was kidding. That is my numero uno pet peeve; when someone says "you do the math." Hey guess what smarty pants? I was a liberal arts major and I hate math. If you try to make me do math while listening to your stupid story, I will stop listening and think you are a jerk for attempting to trick me into doing something I have spent my whole avoiding. And while we are at it, I don't really give a crap if you intended your pun or not.

Anyway, since the show has been on let's say 25 years and it is on every blasted day, there have been roughly 12 million episodes, right? (Don't email if that figure is slightly off). What is my point? My point is this. At the start of every show, Pat likes to chat up the contestants to see what kind of fascinating life they lead. Since there have been 12 million episodes and three contestants per show, that means about 36 million people have been on "America's show."  Here is my beef. How is it that every single 36 million of them has either a "handsome husband" or "wonderful wife?" I am sorry. I do not buy it.




Has anyone on that show ever had an ugly husband or a bitchy wife?

As far as I can tell, the only criteria for getting on this show is to have a really loud voice and the ability to give a canned answer to that probing Sajak question, "Are you married?"

For just once, I would like to hear something along these lines:


Pat, not only do I not have a husband/wife, but I have not had a date in 10 years.


Pat, my wife is a raging lunatic who beats our kids when she is not at the bar.


Pat, my husband is a big fat slob who has not worked in three years and I need the loot to divorce his ass.

PS: And I am not saying all this because of that time (many, many years ago) that Lorraine and I stood in line for 9 hours at an American Furniture Warehouse only to be rejected from the opportunity to audition for the show. Not allowed to audition. What a slap in the face. 

We did get a consolation prize. A Wheel of Fortune keychain.

Which was not this nice.


Top News in Mathematical Formulation (as calculated by a Liberal Arts Major)

BP = 0   Earth = 3

So just assuming that you think you can poke a big ole hole in the earth and assuming that you are thinking that the earth won't be slightly annoyed with that, lets take a look at the all kinds of crazy happening off the coast of Louisiana. I don't know if you have been to LA, but trust me, this is the place that should come to mind when thinking crazy thoughts.

Anyway, this doomsday problem is srtaight out of Hollywood yo. Rig Explosions, Top Kill,  Big Box, Time is running out, Evil corporations, End of Days.

Everyone thinks that Obama should be fixin this shiz. Don't stress people. As if. Obama is totally working on it. I know he is not a petroleum engineer, but he has Netflix and I am pretty sure he was doing some hard core research on solutions over the long holiday weekend.




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In other news,


Al + Tipper Gore
  
 


  

He was unhappy with her carbon butt footprint.  Sorry that was lame.  In my opinion, vain and selfish plus vain and selfish = divorce.  At least Bill and Hillary have their twisted Pinky and the Brain "let's conquer the world" attitude to make their marriage work. United Front homes. Oh and the name "Tipper" sounds fun, so I am going to just go ahead and blame Al.


Based on my research:

                                                        Washington Post


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Well those are the top  headlines as explained by yours truly. Sometimes you just need it broken down in sentence fragments and pictures to understand the complex world news. You are welcome.



In local news, today is Matt's birthday.

He was in the paper last year and was captioned as "Blade Runner."  That is his new code name. You know, like when you have to give a name at a restaurant to wait for a table. It is fun to make someone else call him that.

Summit Daily News


Blade Runner + Lori
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(sorry Al and Tipper, we win)


Happy Birthday Blade Runner.


I love you and your carbon footprint : )



UPDATE:  I am a prophet apparently. The oil spill is going Hollywood for real people. James Cameron is our last hope.


Top News in Mathematical Formulation (as calculated by a Liberal Arts Major)

BP = 0   Earth = 3

So just assuming that you think you can poke a big ole hole in the earth and assuming that you are thinking that the earth won't be slightly annoyed with that, lets take a look at the all kinds of crazy happening off the coast of Louisiana. I don't know if you have been to LA, but trust me, this is the place that should come to mind when thinking crazy thoughts.

Anyway, this doomsday problem is srtaight out of Hollywood yo. Rig Explosions, Top Kill,  Big Box, Time is running out, Evil corporations, End of Days.

Everyone thinks that Obama should be fixin this shiz. Don't stress people. As if. Obama is totally working on it. I know he is not a petroleum engineer, but he has Netflix and I am pretty sure he was doing some hard core research on solutions over the long holiday weekend.




+


+


+


X




=







In other news,


Al + Tipper Gore
  
 


  

He was unhappy with her carbon butt footprint.  Sorry that was lame.  In my opinion, vain and selfish plus vain and selfish = divorce.  At least Bill and Hillary have their twisted Pinky and the Brain "let's conquer the world" attitude to make their marriage work. United Front homes. Oh and the name "Tipper" sounds fun, so I am going to just go ahead and blame Al.


Based on my research:

                                                        Washington Post


<
                                     







Well those are the top  headlines as explained by yours truly. Sometimes you just need it broken down in sentence fragments and pictures to understand the complex world news. You are welcome.



In local news, today is Matt's birthday.

He was in the paper last year and was captioned as "Blade Runner."  That is his new code name. You know, like when you have to give a name at a restaurant to wait for a table. It is fun to make someone else call him that.

Summit Daily News


Blade Runner + Lori
=


(sorry Al and Tipper, we win)


Happy Birthday Blade Runner.


I love you and your carbon footprint : )



UPDATE:  I am a prophet apparently. The oil spill is going Hollywood for real people. James Cameron is our last hope.


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