Thursday, May 7, 2009

Wheel of Fortune Nostalgia

Remember when the contestants used to spin the management-controlled wheel, and as it was spinning they were ordered to jump up and down and scream "Big one! Big one!!" They were told to do that. Then after word got back to management that people were satirizing "big one big one" and screaming "Big penis! Big penis!" management told them all to scream "Big money! Big money!" Well now I notice that they were told to no longer do that too. Now they are told to applaud after the spin. I guess big money big money sounded too, well, greedy. Or lowbrow. Or something. I remember too that they used to have to bend ten feet down to get ahold of those fucking hand-stabbing prong things and that turning that battleship was like turning the propeller of the Queen Mary. They seem to have adjusted the lean now also, you don't have to bend down to the bottom of a fucking diamond mine to grab the steel prongs. So many changes in such a wonderful show. I notice Vanna also applauds constantly. She walks and claps at the same time. Fantastic. Can you imagine being in the audience for that reetard game? Leaaving your porch in Kansas and getting onto the Greyhound and coming to Burbank to sit in the audience of Wheel of Fortune? What a fantastic experience. Pat Sajac HAS to be on rhino tranquilizer. There is no way he can maintain his sanity day after day for 40 years having nothing in life to look forward to except faking a mild, sleep-walking enthusiasm for every spin of the wheel and the witnessing the solution to "the puzzle." And "buying a vowel" has to be the most inane game-ploy in the history of gaming. The prizes are a lot better too. When the show started, for years the prizes were so fucking shitty it was actually part of the normal "Citizen Conversation." People would discuss it with their "neighbors," along with with ball scores and political outrage and their job experiences and how the kids were doing. A bedroom set made in a calcutta shit swamp by diseased corpses would cost..."retail value for this entire set?....$200,000 dollars!!!" It would be a 10 dollar lamp, a pair of bookends made out of snot and a bed a cat wouldn't sleep on. The grand prize was "A NEW CAR!!!!!" They would never give the brand of the car because it was some car the stage hands built out of balsa wood. The show has come so far. Just like America.

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