This will be of interest to a very limited audience (aka me, my sister, maybe one or two other people on the planet) but I took the Hunger Games simulator and put Match Game people through it. The result is priceless.
Our tributes:
(Honorable mentions to semi-regular cast members like Bob Barker, Patty Duke, Mary Wickes, etc.. Not enough room and if I’d expanded the cast to 36 then that was too many. I realize that folks like Bill Anderson and Jack Narz were not particularly regular panelists at all but I loved their appearances on the show so much that I needed to include them.)
Let the Hunger Match Game begin…
Pretty much everyone ran away. Solid strategy.
Day 1. It seems fine at first but things got very bad very fast.
Suddenly we’ve got FOUR deaths on the very first day. Debralee died in a dumb accident, Nipsey is out for his own teammate’s blood so badly that he DECAPITATED him, and Gary Burghoff just offs two people right away. Yikes.
Betty White's Seamist-green 1977 Cadillac Seville owned and driven for 25 years by Betty is on display in the AACA museum in Hershey, PA. It was a surprise gift from her husband Allen Ludden. She nicknamed the car "Parakeet."
It was a surprise gift, too, as she would say in interviews years later: Ludden had returned home from a job and, as customary, he didn’t want Betty to wait for him at the airport. So, he drove home, but not in a taxi: he arrived in this Seamist Green 1977 Cadillac Seville he had picked up for her. The special kind of pastel green had been chosen with her in mind, since she loved pastels. The combination of the green and the white vinyl top and the white leather interior turned it into an instant attention-magnet.
The Seville was factory loaded and rear-wheel drive, but it also featured a few extra touches, like a small dash plaque that reads “Betty.” The actress would later add an AT&T phone inside, so she could always be reached for business. It is still inside the car.
Betty loved Parakeet, though she didn’t drive it too much. In 2002, she donated it with 18,000 miles (29,000 km) on the odometer, to an animal charity. It then ended up with a Houston collector who donated it to the Antique Automobile Club of America Museum (AACA Museum) in Hershey, Pennsylvania. It’s been there all this time, either on display or offered for special tours in the storage section.
awwwww and as you were sending this i was going through your betty & allen ludden content on your blog and feeling very fondly about you, so likewise!!!!
i just watched passion...... again....... don't look at me that way all three of you who are also so far down the d. murphy rabbit hole you cannot see daylight......... and i am fighting off the microdose of weed that makes me sleepy. OTHERWISE i wouldn't likely be so nonchalant about what i'm about to admit. and yeah you can bully me for it. but not in a mean way, just a knowing nod and chuckle kinda way. call me a hypocrite and whatnot.
soooooo i've never been ~in love~ and i'm not sure i understand the mindset of someone who's actively ~in love~ since i've never been there, but i do understand the mindset of someone who lives with a chronic illness. i relate to fosca a little too hard when she's shaking from happiness as that's a trigger for me also. i'm the child of a narcissist and was love-bombed my whole life, so receiving too much of an uptick in dopamine and oxytocin makes my brain go "waaaaait a second what's going on????? do i need to be Concerned? do i need to Prepare?" so i get that fosca is simultaneously scared and excited at the prospect of Being Happy and Feeling Loved. i will have a panic attack if i fall in love one day. i know i will and i'll have to talk myself down from it. i'm prepared for that. what i'm decidedly NOT prepared for is not preparing for the worst. i'm so accustomed to being productively paranoid (as a friend put it recently) that if i'm not over-preparing for things that could possibly happen, i'm anxious. relaxing is STRESSFUL for me. like what do you mean i can't brace for impact? i can't protect myself? i can't defend myself? i have to just ~let someone else~ do that???? REALLY?????? not fun.
so when fosca realizes giorgio loves her n shit and has that moment of anxiety/panic/adrenaline rush/overdose of cortisol/whatever the fuck, and giorgio asks her if she's cold and she's like nah i'm happy but there's so little time, my heart went OUCH FUCK THAT'S TOO CLOSE TO HOME. because lemme tell y'all something and this is where you can bully me and bully me hard.
i've spent my whole life trying to push the time limit so far into the next century that i won't have any time left to make a mistake.
i can't start over from 20 and fall madly in love and get married and buy a house. my bestie did that and she was miserable.
i can't start over from 30 and fall madly in love and live with my partner and raise a brood of dogs.
i can't start over from 40 and fall madly in love and settle into a life with someone and grow to know them more with each passing day. my dad and stepmom did that and they've been together 20 years
i can't do any of those. and if i do live past 60, i can't start over then either. i'm stuck in my present. i have to start here. i have to start where i am now. but my problem is that the person i'm meant to be with isn't in my generation. they're significantly older than me and with such little time as we'll have, i'm scared that i'll fuck it up. i don't want a tryst, i don't want an affair, i don't want a half-assed commitment. i want a full and completely equal partnership that will make me regret not being open to it for so long.
i want to commiserate with betty white when she talked about allen ludden begging her to marry him for a year and she refused, and that was the only regret of her life. THAT'S what i want. THAT'S the level of connection i want to have with a partner. and that's why i've been pushing the time limit. i know i won't find it in people my age, and the only way to have a greater chance of finding it at all is to wait until age catches up to people and maturity (hopefully) follows.
how do i know the part about the generational divide? oh... i've only had three precognitions about my future partner. and they're currently 75 years old. what a pair we'll make.
the youngest old person and the oldest young person on the planet walk into a bar...
Betty White's seamist-green 1977 Cadillac Seville owned and driven for 25 years by Betty is on display in the AACA museum in Hershey, PA was a surprise gift from her husband Allen Ludden. She nicknamed the car "Parakeet." Photos Steve Gue.