While on deadline, I find my family's occupied themselves in various ways. But on this, I must speak.
What is up with the fascination with 30-year-old game show reruns? Every night, Game Show Network plays old episodes of long-gone game shows. Anyone remember Match Game? I remember watching that with my parents sometimes, back in the 70's in all its shrieking orange, wide-lapel, polyester glory. Holy cow, what innuendo. I never knew then what was supposedly so funny. But Gene Rayburn always scared me a little. Reminded me of Dracula with his dark hair and hollow cheekbones.
Anyway, I'll be at the computer and like clockwork at 10:00 p.m. CST, I hear the cheesy bwooww-bwoww music and the trumpets for "Match Game 74."
Why? I can chuckle at the clothes and set decoration, but after that I'm done with it.
Those people are gone. The money's spent. The new car prizes are already rusted out in some junkyard somewhere.
I just don't see the point in spending my time watching.
Back to Greenberg, Tennessee. Andi and her longtime BF are having a talk, and finally I think they're getting to an issue. Hey, gotta have that 20% romance in the cozy, ya know. Plus, my sweet critique partner thought Andi was being a little mean to Ben. I'll see what I can do.
P.S. My early crankiness from this week has gone. So if a dead body shows up, I had nothing whatsoever to do with it.