Screw You Family Feud
June 22nd, 2010 . by Tim Babb (TANcast's #1 Host/Editor Fan)Recently, we introduced a segment on the show called “F**k Facebook Family Feud.” It was created because of bull crap exactly like what just happened to me.
The question was, “Name a job where people seldom wear their uniforms when off work”
I guessed several things nurse, fast food, cop, fireman…all were up there…things were going fine. Then I threw out the answer “soldier.” I got a strike. Eventually I got 3 strikes and still had two answers left. One of them was “Military.” So I go to my good buddy Noah saying, “Can you believe this BS?”
He says, “not the same thing.”
Noah always has my back. So I throw it to you good people…I say if this were REAL Family Feud and I was at the podium and Richard Dawson were asking me the questions, I would have gotten credit for “soldier.” But this cold, unfeeling computer wasn’t programed for common sense.
Who’s with me?!
June 23rd, 2010 at 2:30 am
If your point is simply that “soldier” would count on the real show, then yes, I’m with you.
If you’re saying that facebook family feud should count it, I’ve got some bad news for you. Videogame versions of TV game shows are almost universally inferior. There’s just no way to accurately re-create the experience without including other human beings. If that’s what you’re looking for, you’re never going to be satisfied.
Also (no offense to the farmville fanatics out there) it’s a fucking facebook game, dude. You don’t go to burger king for caviar, right?
June 23rd, 2010 at 9:43 am
Sorry Tim, but on this one and the one you talked about on the show, I have to agree with the game. It really is all just semantics.
June 23rd, 2010 at 12:57 pm
The thing is, Family Feud constantly gives me the “already answered” notice when I put in things that are different from what I answered. For instance, when I put in “restaurant’ it said I’d already given that answer. Fast food and restaurants are not the same thing. But the game was programed to give you the point for “fast food” if you said “restaurants.” So I don’t think it’s illogical to think that the same consideration should have been made for “soldier.”
So there!
June 23rd, 2010 at 1:24 pm
That’s still not as bad as when I was doing “sauces you wouldn’t put on ice cream” and it had both “Tabasco” and “Hot sauce” on the board.
June 23rd, 2010 at 3:53 pm
Well Soldier means Army,
Airmen is for Air Force,
Sailor is for Navy,
And Marines are called Marines!
June 23rd, 2010 at 10:02 pm
Hey man, Gino would know!
And as for FarmVille, I can quit anytime. I also know not to expect real food from it, and that if the game glitches and I lose something, it’s just a fucking Facebook game. 🙂
On the other hand, if I lose a crop on my real-life veggie garden plot, I get real pissed off. Tim-pissed. Andy-I’m-Fucking-In-Here pissed.
June 24th, 2010 at 1:51 am
@Melanie: haha, I would love to see someone get “Andy-I’m-Fucking-In-Here” pissed at a vegetable garden. If you ever do, I hope someone is filming you! (I’m not being facetious, I’d really like to see that)
June 28th, 2010 at 9:58 am
“Military” is not a job, “soldier” is. I’m with you Tim – I bet that they don’t allow non-answers like “turtles” or “fuck” – surely they should either require answers to be jobs or put them within a category (as I’m sure they’ve done.. really, all those people said “military” and not soldier, sailor or similar?) and accept the individual answers as a pick of that whole category.
June 30th, 2010 at 6:53 pm
Oh, dear, sweet Geoff. You should have seen me about a month ago. My artichoe plant had one large and two smaller beautiful artichokes ready. I had been looking forward to cutting them and eating them for dinner. I carefully chose the day when they were at their peak. I drove to the comm. garden. I unfolded my garden knife. I cut off hte big one.
And a million fucking earwigs came running out of my motherfucking dinner!!!!! I swore a blue streak (tho I suppose it was the earwigs yelling “I’m fucking in here”) and cut down the entire 5 foot plant with only my small garden knife. I stepped on that motherfucker until it was little more than a stump in the ground.
And like a zombie, it still lives. Fucking bitch-plant.
True story.