Thursday, January 1, 2009

My Annual New Year's Eve (now New Year's Day) Post

Let's see how we did:

The 2008 Goal List (duplicated for those who didn't see it on my Livejournal last year)


-Further my ultimate goal of hosting and producing my own TV game shows.  (The Ruly Mob and I have formed our own little game show format think tank known as Ineligible Productions, and we've already put together about three different new formats...including one of my own which I'm REALLY stoked about because it plays fantastically.)
-Get into "fighting shape," whether it's on my own equipment or at a gym. (I'm sure you've read my posts about going to the gym.  I'm not quite to fighting shape but I'm lightyears better than I was.)
-Maintain my friendships with the WLTI and GSNN crews, as well as the West Coast Crew...now officially known as the Ruly Mob.  (I certainly did that.)
-Get a place of my own.  (No time to look.)
-Put on the baddest, most exciting Game Show Tournament ever.   (Didn't have the Game Show Congress so I couldn't do this...which sucks donkey nuts.)
-Keep my PT Cruiser running well.  (I've been slightly broke the last two months persuing this goal.)
-Play some poker and win some dough. (Rackumfrackum.  I bought this new awesome poker chips and haven't gotten to use them for their intended purpose, dammit.)
-Score some episodes of other cool game shows. :D  (Haven't really focused on this.)
-Find a new RPG group and play some Hero System, Deadlands, and Battlestations.  (I had to sell off my whole Hero System collection.  I just realized it was never gonna get used.)
-Exchange phone numbers and e-mail addresses with Amy Jo Johnson.   (I am convinced that I am probably never gonna even see her again in person...especially now that she has a daughter. )
-Help Chris Clementon put on an ass-whipping 2nd Annual Match Game Live! at Game Show Congress 7.  (No GSC...no Match Game Live!  Drat.)
-Induct Drew Carey, the new host of The Price is Right into the Ruly Mob.  (I barely went to see TPIR this year.  I was supposed to go up with the Mob before Christmas for the last taping of 2008....until the whole Perfect Showcase Debacle.)


Overall, slightly better than 2007...but still pretty crappy, goalwise methinks.  At least I did better with the top two, right?

Let's bring up the 2009 Goal List:
-Further my ultimate goal of hosting and producing my own TV game shows.
-Get into "fighting shape," whether it's on my own equipment or at a gym.
-Maintain my friendships with the Ruly Mob, and the WLTI and GSNN crews.
-Keep my PT Cruiser running well. 
-Play some poker, put those awesome Hyperspace Club chips to use and win some dough.
-Exchange phone numbers and...fuck that...pray to fucking God I hear from Amy Jo Johnson, that she and her new family are doing okay and that she doesn't think I'm some kind of sicko.

As always:  remember that no matter what you believe, what color your skin is, what your politics are or what gender you are, we are all human. It only takes a little bit of effort to do right by others.

Big ups to...
-the Ruly Mob: Ben Ziek, Tim Connelley, Travis Schario, the Suchards (Jeff, Julie, Maddie and Emma; their crew as well), Matt Martin, Scott Robinson and Adam Nedeff.
-all the WLTI crew, some of my best friends on Earth: Gordon Pepper, Chico Alexander, Jason Block, and the rest.  I missed seeing you guys even more this year than last year.

-Mr. Buzzer Blog himself, Alex Davis
-Chris Clementson, Matt Ottinger, Chris Lemon, and the Invision Game Show Forum crew
-the gang at the PYLP, most of whom I haven't talked to in ages: Rob Siedelman, Jason Antoniewicz, Dustin Dumovich, Cory Houser and the rest
-the Pittsburgh connection: Chuck Gibson and J. Alexander Lollie (whom I'm really glad things are going better for)
-the Original Master of the ShowDown Dice, Doug Morris.  We wanna see ya out here, Doug.
-and most of all, as always, my two best friends, Jason Hernandez and Mike Klauss. Hang in there, Mikey.  Things can only get better.

And now, my friends, I hope you have a safe, happy, prosperous and peaceful New Year. And remember...

Few things in this world are as precious as friendship.

For now, I'm the "Game Show Man" Joe Van Ginkel, saying God bless you, Godspeed, and...oh yeah, spread the love.

Good night, Blue Butterfly Girl, wherever you are.

Happy New Year!

That is all.

)audiencecheers

(cue balloon drop)

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Progress Report...

Just thought you guys would like to know how I'm doing with my workouts.  At my heaviest, I weighed 303 pounds.  Presently I am down to 279 pounds.  This is with only one trip to the gym per week.  I want to do more; it's just a matter of finding the time and then pushing myself out the door to go.  I actually managed to also put into use some of the other cool boxing gear I bought awhile ago, like the $100 boxing shoes (Nike Jordan Boxers, to be more precise) I got but couldn't wear because they hurt my feet.  Turns out they hurt because I didn't cut my toenails.  Can you say "stupid?"  I knew you could.  Far cry from regular sneakers, man...they almost feel like dancing shoes.  I also recently bought a set of those Perfect Pushup handles to try out, and I gave 'em the acid test last night.  I couldn't really do a regular push-up on them; my body doesn't seem to trust my arms to be able to push it all the way back up, so I ended up doing knee push-ups...and my arms STILL feel like lead.  Crap, these things are pretty cool.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Post Election Day thoughts...

My family is pretty much hardcore Republican.  My mom has pictures of Ronald Reagan, John McCain and Sarah Palin near our phone.  Naturally, I'm pretty much Republican myself.

I don't have the heart to tell my parents I voted for Obama.  If I did, I would likely get kicked out of my house.

Our nation has put its trust in you, Barack.  Don't fuck up.

Thank God the election is over.  Let's get back to work.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Not Everyone: some Election Day thoughts.

Not every Democrat is a bleeding-heart liberal.

Not every Republican is a rich white old conservative.

Not every Christian is a judgmental hypocrite who can't grasp the idea of gay marriage.

Not every Muslim is a militant terrorist out to bomb us back to the stone age.

Not every homosexual throws their sexuality in heterosexual people's faces.

Not every heterosexual throws their sexuality in homosexual people's faces.

Not everyone who supports our troops supports the war in Iraq.

Not everyone who supports the war wants it to continue.

Not every rich person wants poor people to stay poor.

Not every poor person wants to rob the rich.

Not every celebrity supports Obama.

Not every small-town citizen supports McCain.

Not everyone votes.  Everyone should.

 

I urge you: vote.  Left or right, Democrat or Republican, it doesn't matter.  Voting is YOUR right and privilege.  It's a right bought by human blood...American blood.  And don't vote for someone because someone tells you to or not to.  Always vote your conscience, whether your conscience is governed by rationality or by emotion.

 

Vote.  And for God's sake, don't panic if the other guy wins.  It's not the end of the world.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

On Intelligence, Emotion and Being a Geek...

I touched on this subject briefly in my last post, but so important do I think this topic is, that I'm writing a separate entry about it.  A warning: there's a fair bit of game show geekage in this post, but if you can wade through it, I do think you'll find what I have to say here worth while.

I've mentioned that my friends Ben and Tim live up in Glendale near the Galleria mall.  As a matter of fact, they live right across the street from the Glendale Public Library, and by a matter of coincidence, one evening Ben discovered that Ken Jennings, the quiz show virtuoso who won 74 consecutive games (and over $2.5 million in cash) on Jeopardy! was speaking there, promoting and signing copies of his book, Brainiac: Adventures in the Curious, Competitive, Compulsive World of Trivia Buffs.  I made the 45-minute long drive up to Glendale (clear traffic that night, thank God) and sat with the Ruly Mob in the library's gathering room to hear Ken speak.

Apparently, Jennings had been originally contacted to do a memoir of his life, but he wisely decided that probably his life by itself wasn't something people wanted to read about, so he expanded the idea into something far more interesting: an examination of trivia itself, and the subculture that has sprung up around the idea of collecting facts.  During his speech, Jennings touched on something I felt to be particularly profound and important.  In his research he noticed that many people tended to look down on trivia buffs and geeks in general as freaks with sponge memories who just spew out facts in an effort to make themselves look superior and others look dumb in comparison and in doing so ruin things for everyone else.  After all, this speaks to one of the oldest stereotypes of the "nerd:" the brilliant, socially-awkward outcast who'd rather sit at home and do nerdy things like read, mess around on their computers and play Dungeons and Dragons (actually, this kinda sounds like me, except I never cared much for Dungeons and Dragons myself, but I digress.  :D)

It's also surely one of the reasons why newer TV producers (and seemingly, TV viewers in general) look down on traditional quiz shows as being outdated and boring.  Bear with me as a I present a case in point: this past TV season, my friends and I in the game show fan community were absolutely thrilled at the announcement that a show called Temptation: The New Sale of the Century had been "greenlit" (that is, sold and syndicated to enough stations for the show to be worth producing a full season of) for the 2007-08 production year.  Temptation is actually the show's Australian name; the original Sale of the Century was an American daytime show that aired in the 1970's and made its way to Australia (via producer Reg Grundy) initially as a ripoff show in 1971 called Temptation (the source of the newer show's name), and later, in 1980, as a bonafide Sale of the Century, Grundy actually having bought the format lock, stock and barrel between the end of the last show and the start of the new one.  That version ran for 21 years as one of Australia's most popular and beloved shows.  So popular and well-crafted it was, that Grundy started exporting clones of the show to other countries, including, and especially the U.S., laying the foundation for the importation of other international formats.  Indeed, the show made so much money, that Grundy was able to retire and sold his international company to the group that is now known as FremantleMedia.

Which brings us back to the present.  In 2005, the Australians revived the Sale of the Century format as Temptation: The New Sale of the Century.  The Aussies have always played Sale as a big money format, and the newest incarnation made the game into a millon-dollar show while still preserving the important parts of the format.  You see, Sale of the Century is essentially a cross between Jeopardy! and Let's Make a Deal.  Three players compete, answering toss-up questions to earn money...except the questions are only worth five dollars each.  The upside is that at certain points in the show, the player in the lead is offered an opportunity to "buy" a luxury prize worth hundreds, even thousands of dollars for only a few of the dollars they'd earned in the game.  This leads to an important decision, which is to either buy the guaranteed goody, or hang on to their lead, hoping to win the game and use their total score to buy one of the big bonus prizes (including a luxury car and a monster cash jackpot for those persistent enough to get enough money to buy them) at the end of the show.  This thought process reveals the secret of the show's appeal: the quiz game is really just a mechanic to get to the prizes and the decisions (and especially the ensuing suspense) that go with them.  The questions themselves are meant to be quick and easy to come up with the answers to, and nowhere NEAR as difficult as something you might hear asked on Jeopardy! or Who Wants to Be A Millionaire? Simple enough, right?

Unfortunately, the North American arm of FremantleMedia has a poor track record of producing game show revivals; their sole long-term success has been the current incarnation of Family Feud which has shockingly had a longer run than either of its two illustrious predecessors, and has done so primarily by sticking to the traditional game format.  This lesson - don't fuck with the winning formula - seems to be lost on FremantleMedia, who in "adapting" Temptation for the American market, and desperate to appeal to a younger audience, insisted on tinkering with the format.  In doing so, they ripped off a large number of other game show formats, dumbed down the already easy questions and cheapened the prize budget.  The stations the show was sold to saw what a train-wreck the show had been reduced to and quickly banished the show to substandard timeslots, resulting in downright vile ratings, and tons of potential revenue being flushed down the proverbial toilet.

All this because they didn't think younger viewers cared anything about intelligence.

That brings up Jennings's point...and mine, too; an issue reaching far more deeply into the human condition than what was wrong with a simple TV show.  Our species has a tendency to put more weight on their emotions, and how they feel about a subject or a person than in what they know about them.  Those who are in touch with their emotions or are better at eliciting desirable emotions are often given more credibility than those who have high intelligence and are legitimate experts in one or more given fields.   The most obvious example of this I personally can think of is a job interview.  When you go on one, your interviewer presumably already knows your qualifications for the job; the purpose of the interview is for the prospective employer to get a feel of you, to see if you are someone they feel comfortable hiring.  Your task is to make a good impression on them, so they will like you.  If they don't like you, they're not gonna hire you no matter what your qualifications are, right?  The same is true of dating; you might be the nicest, smartest and even the most handsome/gorgeous thing on two legs, but if your prospective mate doesn't like you, they're not gonna want to have anything to do with you.

This weight on emotion is a major reason why our culture is obsessed with celebrity news, even over news about world events: ultimately celebrities are as human as anyone else, and watching what they do and what happens to them gives us catharsis from the hum-drum drudgery of our daily lives.  This is why we forced to endure endless tales of scum like Paris Hilton and who-the-hell-are-you-and-why-should-we-cares like Kim Kardashian, and why we take heart when we hear the achievements of sports heroes like Lance Armstrong, or more recently Michael Phelps, or why Entertainment Tonight continues to regale us with the continuing story of Brad and Angelina's new family, when we're likely never going to meet these people in person.  It's also why things like stem cell research, or gay marriage, or abortion or any number of controversial topics are so vehemently debated; they carry massive emotional baggage with them and some folks just aren't comfortable in dealing with that baggage, or feel so strongly about their point of view that they can't see eye to eye with those who disagree with them.

It's also why guys like me, who make a point of trying to remember little facts about the world around us, even stuff that may ultimately be truly useless, get such a bad rap.  In many social situations, when someone like me is part of a conversation and manages to find an opportunity to present something they know in the context of that conversation, oftentimes - not always, mind you - there will be someone who will be offended.  "Who does this jerk think he is?," they'll think.  "He must think he's better than me.  I can't stand this guy!"  Their emotion gets the better of them, and instead of enjoying the little bit of new information for what it is, become bitter and angry towards the geek...even if it's just for a minute or two.  This is a big reason why I was so bothered by the game night incident I mentioned in my last post. I was (and still am) concerned that in demonstrating my knowledge in the manner I did, I alienated someone else who I believe I had no business alienating in the first place; someone who, while clearly intelligent and well-read, was just playing the game to have fun and wasn't horribly concerned with winning.  I was worried that I might have embarrassed and alienated not only her, but in the process my closest friend, who while he is just as competitive as the rest of the Mob, still wants his girlfriend to be happy and confident in herself...and rightly so, methinks.

Does this mean emotion is something to be discarded?  Certainly not.  Humans are social animals, and emotion is an important part of creating and maintaining social relationships.  It's the glue that binds families together, enables individuals to achieve great feats, makes it possible for our culture to function beyond just the pursuit of personal wealth.  But it's our intelligence that makes us able to know how to interpret our emotions, how to act in certain situations, what to do to make a living for ourselves and our families, how to give pleasure and joy and happiness to our loved ones.  Without one, the other is useless.

It would do our species good to try and remember to work to balance the two.  It's not an easy task; we humans are very much ruled by our emotions.  But I believe we're up to it.  And if we can do it, we may yet survive.

What do you think?  Or should I say....how do you feel?

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The biggest problem with working nights...

...is not being able to sleep on my nights off.  Because I work such a strange shift (10PM-6AM Thursday-Monday nights, for those unaware), on my two nights off, it's basically impossible for me to sleep during the time when everyone else sleeps unless I starve myself of sleep during the day, which makes it very difficult to do stuff even on my days off.  This, incidentally, is one of the big reasons it's taken me so long to get back to the gym.  On top of that, since I have such odd days off, I don't get to see my friends without an appointment...and sometimes I have to call in sick to be able to make those appointments.  This problem is magnified by the fact that my friends live pretty far away.  My closest friend, Jason, lives in Riverside, which isn't too horribly far away, but he's busy with his teaching job, his swing-dancing career, and his girlfriend, Sarah...the latter of which isn't so bad, since Sarah's a sweetheart and has started joining us at our game nights.

However I must admit making a bit of a faux-pas at the last event she joined us at; another friend, Ben, was introducing a new game concept to us and Sarah, myself and a third friend volunteered to be Guinea pigs to help test it.  Forgetting that we were just doing a friendly run-through of the game, my competitive instinct took over, and I and my third friend basically left the poor dear lady sitting on the starting line.  Had this been, say, a poker game, with money and marbles at stake, this might be somewhat acceptable behavior (after all, as the saying goes, it's a sin to let a sucker keep his money), but in this case, I am rather ashamed of myself.  Being competitive is one thing, but callously going full bore while playing against someone playing merely to have fun tends to leave a bitter taste in the other person's mouth...the kind of thing I have always tried to avoid in my dealings with others, especially someone part of our little group who's present primarily in support and affection for my friend than necessarily sharing any of our interests.

Jason, if you're reading this, please give Sarah a hug for me.

The rest of my friends, whom I refer to as the "Ruly Mob," live quite a bit farther.  Ben and his roommate Tim live all the way up in Glendale, just up the street from the famed Galleria mall (and the new Americana center that just opened there), another friend, Matt, lives all the way up in Valencia, which means at least an hour - sometimes two if traffic sucks, and the greater Los Angeles area is infamous for its shitty traffic conditions - to get to my house if I were to invite him.  Tim works the same kind of casino job I do (though he works at the newer Hustler Casino, while I work at the larger Commerce Casino) and Ben is a night auditor at a Marriott hotel in Burbank, and they have different days off than I do, so they have to make appointments to hang out, the same as I do.

I do know at least one family who is friends with our little group who live nearby, but I am never entirely sure of their schedule either.  Jeff, the dad, is a toxicologist at the famed UCI Medical Center, and Julie, the mom, is an accountant.  They have two daughters; Maddie is older and is just entering adolescence, while Emma is near the tail-end of grade school.  Jeff, Julie and Maddie have all been fairly successful contestants on quiz-shows; unlike most of my little group, these guys are more interested in playing the games as contestants, than in creating and producing new shows, like myself the rest of the Mob.  Jeff and Maddie have both been on Jeopardy! Maddie played on a Back-to-School Week, winning over $22,000, and Jeff was one of the legendary Ken Jennings's victims, though Jeff played like anything BUT a victim, being one of the few to legitimately challenge the quiz show legend on equal footing. Julie was on the Meredith Vieira-hosted incarnation of Who Wants to Be A Millionaire, winning $64,000.  The four of them are as close to the perfect American family as one could imagine; attractive, outgoing, eminently likable and whip-smart (not to mention socially-aware, unlike most geeks), making them ideal contestants.

They are also big board game players, too, much like the Mob, but their taste runs toward heavier and more complicated fare, such as so called "Eurogames" - games with in-depth and innovative but easy-to-understand mechanics relying less on luck and more on strategy and featuring higher production values than most mainstream board games, so named because of their origins in Europe in particular - than my closer friends who favor game show adaptations (often featuring questions we've written ourselves!  I told ya we were geeks :D) and party games.  Jeff is particularly into these kinds of games; while Maddie, for example, is an Apples-to-Apples junkie, Jeff's favorite is Civilization, a 70s-era monster (with horrendously complicated gameplay and marathon playing time) that was responsible for inspiring computer programmer Sid Meier to create his 90s-era masterpiece.

Indeed, so into gaming is Jeff that he went so far as to create an introductory Powerpoint presentation for a game called Puerto Rico, which is about as shining an example of the Eurogame genre as one can get incidentally, and which he showed to Maddie's teenaged friends at a recent game night in an effort to get them to play it with him.  Now mind you, I'm all for bringing new blood to the table (especially to play such a fun and well-designed game as Puerto Rico) but even I have to question putting so much time and effort into what is essentially a diversion (an opinion, I might add, that Julie shares with me).  After all, even a guy who calls himself "Game Show Man" can't live on game shows alone.  Even so, they are dear friends, and I wish I could hang out with them more often.  But alas, I can never be sure when they're available, since Jeff is pretty much on call all the time.

And so, I sit here, banging on the keys, going slowly mad while I wait for my chance to shine...and some friends to share the moment.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

We have lost a dear friend...

One of the most important functions the Internet serves is to unite people who live on one side of the world with other folks who live thousands of miles away with common interests and goals.

When I first start surfing the 'Net, I was surprised to find that other shared my love of game shows. At the time, it was a genre in decline, maligned and scorned as cheap, meaningless entertainment. But there were and are those who still enjoy the genre as it was, and back in the day, many of them congregated on a Newsgroup known as alt.tv.gameshows. This group enabled many people to discuss and debate their favorite shows, to make friends with their fellow fans. Two of the most important and influential of those who read the group were Randy Amasia and David Zinkin.

Randy was a researcher who interned on the original Card Sharks and appeared as a contestant on an obscure (to most folks) CBS show in 1979 called Whew! where he won $25,000 in cash to help pay for his education. His insight, sense of humor and love for the genre helped bring together many new friends, He died of cancer several years ago after many years of hoping he could get a videotape of his appearance on the show. He and the group managed to get access to one...only for Randy to pass away just as the tape literally reached his home. I never knew Randy, but I owe him a debt I will never be able to repay, because many of the people he helped bring together are now amongst my dearest and closest friends.

David was an administrator and IT guy for a school district in the New York state area. He served as moderator for alt.tv.gameshows' offspring, the Game Show Forum. He was possessed of a similar temperament and love for the genre to Randy's own, and he was important to helping me find my way when I started posting to the group. He also served as an important voice of common sense when things in the real world began to turn strange. But David suffered from Crohn's disease, a rare genetic disorder affecting the intestinal tract, and making the sufferer vulnerable to colon cancer.

Today, one of David's friends posted to the Forum to say that David had passed away. Unlike Randy, I knew David fairly well - though not as well as some of my other friends - and he touched my life in a profound way. Without him, I would not know some of my best friends, and I would not be part of a community from which I take great pride and pleasure in my association. As with Randy, I owe David a debt I can never repay.

Farewell, David. I hope you see Randy in heaven.