I bet you were very concerned about THAT title…Eh? No worries. I’m talking about the morning after watching the Ghost Hunters Season 7 Premiere. On which my two oldest children and I appeared. And a couple of my friends. That part was awesome. My daughter, Tween C, got lots of “face time” because, as Zohrmom immediately pointed out right after watching the show, “She is beautiful”. And, she is. The camera LOVED her.
If you saw her on the show, she had on her glasses and her hair was straight.
The back of my head and Big E’s head likewise got a lot of camera time. Unfortunately, I spent most of my time getting the FRONT of my head camera-ready, so the tv did not show my best side, since, if you combined all the time I’ve spent fixing the back of my hair for my entire life, it would not add up to the few minutes that camera stayed focused on the back of my head on that tv show last night. (What can I say, mirrors make me feel dyslexic. I’m just not that coordinated.)
All kidding aside, I would be remiss not to tell you how I felt about the show, having built up so much adieu here, in these virtual pages, about the entire experience. And, I’ll go ahead and call it a “Confession”, since it’s Thursday. So, here it goes:
I confess that I
hated strongly disliked was sorely disappointed by the show. Being a long-time fan of the show, I can tell you, it was not one of their best. My first complaint is that they spent 16 days filming in our city. They got some pretty good evidence, as fully explained to the live “reveal” audience during our two and a half hour filming session. But only a small portion of what they showed us made it to the show. It was impossible for them to get it all into a net forty-minute show. Why spend so much time and money filming something for 16 days and NOT turn it into a 2 hour premiere? Huh? ‘Splain THAT to me.
The saving grace for the show was that it was all so familiar. And that there were local people to see on tv. But beyond that, it was rubbish, really. (I LOVE the word rubbish, by the way. Such a fancy word for such a vexatious definition. [Go ahead, look up vexatious, I’ll wait.] Anyway, I plan to use the word rubbish a lot. Also, I would point out that it’s a little pompous for a non-British person to SAY the word rubbish, so limit your use of the word to writing, to avoid running the risk of appearing pompous. Of course, maybe you like that sort of thing–I don’t know.)
I think I got off the subject. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah. Ghost Hunters. I wasn’t “freaked out” or “scared” or anything. Not that I usually am by the show, but there was just no “wow” factor in it. Had I not been a part of the filming, I would have thought they didn’t find smack. Instead, I know that they did, because I experienced the reveal in real time. I heard the evidence with my own ears. None of that stuff translated to tv well. And some of the most exciting evidence wasn’t shown at all.
I just don’t get it, really.
All of that being said, I wouldn’t trade the entire experience for anything. The eldest Zohrchildren and I really had a great time. And, there’s always the plus that our area got some much needed attention and the most impressive part of our area was featured on national television. Maybe now they can sell the Bentley. That would be cool.
So, back to my normal life.
Did you watch the show? Let me know your thoughts.