My last post had to do with arsenic. I know there are other poisons such as something with the name of Bane in it. I forget. It has no relevance in my present lifestyle. Maybe poinsettia leaves might come up for discussion someday. I'm still amazed they get aspirin from a tree.
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So, therefore, by which, and la-de-dah - I continue my rambling.
Before I do - a note - I like V8 Hot and Spicy. Regular V8 has a twang in the taste. Hot & Spicy is way more expensive than good ole tomato juice. Solution: I take a glass and sprinkle salt into the bottom. Next I give the glass a liberal squirt or four of Tabasco. Finally, I stir in tomato juice. It works. I am happy. One can of tomato juice will last me for three nighttime snacks.
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Back to TV. I must note that any mystery show or action thriller must - that is MUST - begin with a chase. Whether it be a car chase - a motorcycle chase - a chase through the subway or airport - a skier chasing another - there MUST be a chase. My theory is that without a major bang bang chase scene, the audience for whom this epic has been filmed, that audience will lose interest and turn to their cell phones for video games for entertainment. Once the chase has ended certain events will surely transpire.
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If our hero is a police hero, he will be yelled at by the Captain or the Chief because of his complete disregard for the safety of the public. The chase will destroy at least 10 cop cars and a fruit cart. You get the idea. We have all seen these chases. I might add that if the chase is in San Francisco, the cars will fly over the top of a hill and down the street creating sparks as it crushes the highway underneath.
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All of these movies must have the obligatory restroom scene. Either the girl follows the guy into the men's room or the guy follows the girl into the women's room. Both are met by a stranger who quickly rushes out the door in dismay. I don't know why they feel we must see our movie stars performing bodily functions as they verbally ramble on and on to another movie star.
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That's enough. Is there something you have always seen? Put it in the comments. I'd love to see your observations. Example: if there is a dog named Lassie, she will save a child from a well. You get the idea.
later,
m
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Showing posts with label Things I've learned from TV. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things I've learned from TV. Show all posts
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
Arsenic
We are exposed to so much on TV and from that we learn and our lives are affected or changed.
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One of the things I have learned is to never poison your spouse with Arsenic. While arsenic is powerful and will get the job done, there are other problems.
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1st of all: the arsenic remains in your hair and fingernails forever. If you poison someone with arsenic, eventually some crime stopper will dig up the body and discover the poison traces in the hair. Then, what can you do?
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2nd: When arsenic is discovered in the remains, some hot shot detective will find minute traces of this substance in your garage on the 3rd shelf from the bottom behind a can of motor oil. Somehow, your finger prints will be on the inside of the container, and it will be genetically linked to the exact brand you purchased at a home improvement store over 1000 miles from home.
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3rd: Of course, even though it has been 17 years, the home improvement store will have a video of you purchasing it. The clerk who handled the transaction will still be working behind that counter - thinking you were acting strange - the clerk (on minimum wage) conserved your fingerprints and DNA plus a copy of your handwritten check for the past 17 years, preserving the evidence in a small dust colored cigar box located on the 3rd shelf behind the counter.
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4th: If the above situation does not occur it is because at the funeral, a nationally known TV detective just happened to be visiting the cemetery during the funeral of your poisoned spouse. In spite of standing 12 rows over, this TV detective smells the aroma of almonds wiffting in the breeze (I made up the word wiffting). The TV detecting runs to the gravesite during the service jumping on top of the casket just as it is about to be lowered into the ground proclaiming in long words what he has observed.
Standing at the back of the gathering is a real-life detective who, in spite of 25 years of training and years of service, had been unable to pin the death on any particular substance. He pushes his way through the crowd thanking the TV detective for his fine work. I might add two things about the real detective. His nose can't smell almonds, and he has a moustache.
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5th: The real murderer is hiding behind a bush; you can see his (or her) gloved hand moving back a leaf covered branch as the music volume increases.
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There are more things to be learned from TV. I"ll try to report some of these in the near future.
m3
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One of the things I have learned is to never poison your spouse with Arsenic. While arsenic is powerful and will get the job done, there are other problems.
.
1st of all: the arsenic remains in your hair and fingernails forever. If you poison someone with arsenic, eventually some crime stopper will dig up the body and discover the poison traces in the hair. Then, what can you do?
.
2nd: When arsenic is discovered in the remains, some hot shot detective will find minute traces of this substance in your garage on the 3rd shelf from the bottom behind a can of motor oil. Somehow, your finger prints will be on the inside of the container, and it will be genetically linked to the exact brand you purchased at a home improvement store over 1000 miles from home.
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3rd: Of course, even though it has been 17 years, the home improvement store will have a video of you purchasing it. The clerk who handled the transaction will still be working behind that counter - thinking you were acting strange - the clerk (on minimum wage) conserved your fingerprints and DNA plus a copy of your handwritten check for the past 17 years, preserving the evidence in a small dust colored cigar box located on the 3rd shelf behind the counter.
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4th: If the above situation does not occur it is because at the funeral, a nationally known TV detective just happened to be visiting the cemetery during the funeral of your poisoned spouse. In spite of standing 12 rows over, this TV detective smells the aroma of almonds wiffting in the breeze (I made up the word wiffting). The TV detecting runs to the gravesite during the service jumping on top of the casket just as it is about to be lowered into the ground proclaiming in long words what he has observed.
Standing at the back of the gathering is a real-life detective who, in spite of 25 years of training and years of service, had been unable to pin the death on any particular substance. He pushes his way through the crowd thanking the TV detective for his fine work. I might add two things about the real detective. His nose can't smell almonds, and he has a moustache.
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5th: The real murderer is hiding behind a bush; you can see his (or her) gloved hand moving back a leaf covered branch as the music volume increases.
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There are more things to be learned from TV. I"ll try to report some of these in the near future.
m3
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