Rehab

"They tried to make me go to rehab, I said no no no."*

But I'll lock myself away if Rosie gets The Price.
First, too much controversy, I think this would be a ratings killer. Look, I'm not trying to be disrespectful but like Chappelle said, she wears underwear "with a dickhole in it." That and old people don't have much respect for the 'new'. That's why so much money is spent on advertising home delivery supplements, most grannies won't even try to save themselves the trip.
Also she's a hater. I mean the Rosie vs. Trump thing had it's moments on TMZ, but it's just press. And if you have to insult someone to get press, well then, how are you going to handle The Price? We need prince or princess, someone to delight us with innocence and a certian nobility. Can you provide that Rosie? Yeah, I'm calling you out, comment, I triple dog dare you.

Listen for the trumpets sounding, we'll bring this down wall yet. If you hear Rosie singing, it's all over.
Yours and Yours and Yours, and Mine. Bye.

*Amy Winehouse. (Who incidently I would like a little more if she looked a bit more pleasant. EDIT, maybe I just need another beer?)

Overbid.

Sunday, long weekend. Bob's last show was Friday, being also the date of celebrating my birth. Thanks Bob, nice thought, I like the gift.

Numerous people fell, one on stage, one "coming on down". Excitement was high, even with five day waits outside in the midst of that wonderful L.A. air.

It proceeded like most. Nothing to spectacular. One person smuggled in confetti, the stage and audience were washed in it.

Prizes were given, smiles had, people almost wet themselves.

Then Bob said thanks, thanks for inviting him into your home.

What will happen to the PIR blog? Well, as Charlie said after Desmond's predictions, it'll die. Soon in fact, so don't hold onto much hope. The cycle of life. It has to happen. But I'll thank you toward the end.

Till that day.

By Popular Vote.

I 'heart' Bob t-shirts are becoming cliche in the final hours of The Price. Instead a new wave of Bob centric compliments are reigning contestants row. Today it was "Bob A Licious" and "Bob Barker; the sexiest man alive".

While Bob was flattered, and in no way did these shirts lend influence to contestant placement I'm sure, I'm left wondering who makes up these decisions. I only say this because George Clooney is reputably the "sexiest man alive" but I would really love to throw my hat in the ring.

Some Canadian brought Bob a watch today and bribed his was to contestant row, later getting into the games winning a piano. Should I send someone a watch or a pen set to get on this sexiest list?

I'm trying to be modest here, but again one of the things I love about The Price is the abundance of everyday Americans. Although I might not beat the average American in a fist fight, I like to think mirrors favor me more than most.

So George and Bob, it's on. I'll be up there soon and we can walk the streets getting the popular vote. George, no Armani, it might give you a slight advantage with the gold diggers, and Bob, no puppies, that's just not fair.

Clearance!

Today in the first five minutes of PIR prizes included a 2800.00 dollar pool table, then the chance to win three cars. A Chevy compact, a Jeep, and a convertible Mustang.

With only two shows left, that's right last show on friday, Bob and the staff at PIR seem to be clearing the studio for the next new daytime blockbuster. Perhaps they will replace PIR with a marionette style shopping spree gameshow, little do they know I've patented the idea.

I wonder if they will have an auction ala the police ads you see sometimes. I would only make the trip for a hovercraft. A hovercraft or some cheap supplements.

25 steps to 15,000.

Some woman just won a hovercraft on the Price. A personal hovercraft that holds four and from what I understand is worth over fifteen thousand. She was playing cliffhangers*, and landed on the last space available.

Imagine driving a personal hovercraft back from LA down the coast. I wonder if it has a CD player?



*
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cliff_Hangers

Rachel.

I am not alone. There are PIR fans that could trump me in trivia, pricing and a fist fight all at the same time, any day of the week, any hour of the day. I don't doubt it for one typing moment.

Now I'm not being modest. Today I would've won a catamaran, over three grand in cash, a chair, a power generator and more. All decisions that I made better than those on TV. I was better than all of those contestants and could've beat them in a fist fight too.

Then it's Plinko. A game that isn't playable from home, but yet still survives as a crowd favorite. It's mere mention will boost visitors here by at least five. And the guy playing it knows the game too. He's seen it before and acts astonishingly excited. I've seen it before too, not Plinko, the reaction. This man has yet to impress me, and now I'm sizing him up for that fateful day in the ring.

Then the south paw. He calls a Beauty by name. Even Bob himself is impressed and that's like telling Zeus you just made him a better mount. I'm stunned, thinking 'why don't I know these Beauties' names?' It would certainly come in handy, even at a cocktail party depending on what was on TV.

The man continues, following the standard Plinko probabilities formula to a T, landing all Plinko chips within three spaces from the big money, the ten grand space that you dream about while eating a bagel with coffee. *

But when it got to be his turn, he couldn't conquer the wheel, which leads me to believe he doesn't have a replica in his garage.**

Impressed as I am, I still could've beat him in a fist fight or at least a bocce tourney.

Till that day Ladies and Gents.


*see post re; Plinko strategy. will post link later.***
**see post re; garage wheel. will post link later.***

***EDIT***I don't think the probability one is here, I'll have to repost and the garage wheel has eluded me so far, stay patient.

***EDIT*** Plinko strategy not found. Reposting.

The Price is Right 7/6/06
Current mood: Enlightened

Today on The Price is Right... PLINKO!!!

It's been awhile since I've seen this game, but it is one of my favorites. Probably due to the simplicity, not unlike my addiction to roulette while in Vegas. All you have to do is drop your Plinko chip into the board, consisting of pegs and Plexiglas, and wait. It ends when your chip hits the bottom with prizes of zero dollars to ten large. Done perfectly you could walk fifty grand up. Bob explained this with much anticipation, all the while knowing in his heart no one has ever done this in the history of The Price is Right.

This morning was far from perfect, a fraction of the fifty grand and not even a sliver of excitement for the crowd.

The contestant did well winning his 4 extra Plinko chips by guessing the prices of a compact washer, a set of binoculars and two other prizes that have escaped me. However his luck ended there. He stood five Plinko chips up and a chance at Fifty grand. He walked after hitting four zero's and a five hundred dollar mark. Ten percent of where he could have been.

As a new part of my Price is Right updates, I've decided to concentrate on a more enlightening aspect of this rambling. Far better than entertainment, I'm going to teach you the best way to win at Plinko. Apparently the best strategy is to drop the Plinko chip between the fourth and fifth pegs to the left of the plink board. This will optimize your chances of winning the impossible five grand.

Although you may not win it all, you'll look a lot better than the sap this morning. Good luck and good night.

(resource- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plinko)

***

Montreal

So I'm curious how many times a one dollar bet pays off. It seems often, but also means that the other three players have to hurdle the price and that you have to be in a good position. Any card players read this? It's like limping in on a big blind or having a position right of the dealer and a lot of people folding. You might not have anything, not a pair of twos or any frame of reference for the price of a toaster/egg boiler / radio combo, but it doesn't matter. You could've played it blind, not known about the twos or the toaster /egg boiler / radio combo, all you needed to know is that the three suckers next to you have already taken themselves out of the game.

Someone just said 'hi' to a Carson, but it was his son and I don't think it was my dad. Unless he was trying to win me a PIR car for my birthday. If it was him, he screwed up on the wheel and my chances are through. Good effort Pops.

Montreal? Who wants a trip to Montreal?