Trivia: Johnny Olson was the first Price is Right announcer until his death in 1985. Then Rod Roddy died in 2003 while he was the show's announcer. There must have been radiation or some sort of poison in the announcer booth at that goddamn show. (Note to self - have my recording booth sanitized, and get a geiger counter.)Bob Barker is 82, so it's only right that he takes some time to relax and enjoy life. He's been hugged by more women (and has grabbed more handfuls of breasts) than anyone in the history of television.
I won't miss that long pointy microphone he uses, but I WILL miss him. I met him once, he's a really nice guy.
It's okay if the show continues, but I won't be watching.*
Quote overheard at the table next to me (just now) at the cofffee house:
"I think that is SOOOO hot!"
It's a table of 30-something women in their suburban mommy-wear, sipping coffee.
As a guy, by default and by no choice of my own, I'm interested in hearing what they think is so hot. They begin whispering amongst themselves at a level I can't quite hear. I strain, but... nothing.
Finally one turns to the barista. "Bob, how hot do you make this coffee?"
Boy, that was disappointing.
I am experiencing PWSD. Post-World Series depression. My team won it all, which was totally sweet. But now, what? No more baseball. Only the hot-stove league.
An exerpt of a conversation last night with Violet:
V: "Tomatoes have a lot of antioxidants. So does chocolate."
D: "You know, I never liked my Auntie Oxidant. Uncle Oxidant, well, he was okay."
V: "That was pretty stupid."
D: "Yeah, this whole conversation was an oxidant waiting to happen."
So I looked up "uncle oxidant" on Google. I'm only the second person in the world who has used that phrase. (at least on the internet) "Oxidant waiting to happen" has appeared only FOUR times.
So either I am a genius for being inventive, or an idiot.
I prefer to think I'm an idiot... it draws less attention.
I am back to blogging. I took some time off to organize my life and get some things accomplished.
Well I suppose I'm a little better organized, but I'm not sure how much I've accomplished. I DID realize that I was happier and felt more productive when I was writing regularly.
So I'm back. Welcome to my life. Sorry about the mess.**
* I always thought those people who bid $1 should be stricken with massive, crippling gas.
** A great song hook by the Well Hungarians. Pretty much sums up my situation.