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Living Matters: Different ‘Game’ gets this viewer’s attention

I know as much about Game of Thrones as I do about Breaking Bad. Which is to say: nil. Judging by the chatter on social medial, Game of Thrones has been big. Call me out of the loop, but I have no clue what all the fuss is about.
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Columnist Barbara Gunn doesn't know what all the big fuss is about when it comes to Game of Thrones.

I know as much about Game of Thrones as I do about Breaking Bad. Which is to say: nil.

Judging by the chatter on social medial, Game of Thrones has been big. Call me out of the loop, but I have no clue what all the fuss is about.

Where Jeopardy is concerned, I have been a magnet. I know everything there is to know about James Holzhauer — wasn’t he beyond unreal??? — but I have no idea whether the Thrones show is really a game, or what it’s all about.

I’m something of a Thrones show ignoramus.

“What’s Game of Thrones about?” I asked the husband.

I knew the answer, given that I know the husband’s TV-viewing habits, since I happen to be married to the husband.

He watches golf. He watches James Bond films non-stop. He watches the NFL channel.

“No,” he said. “I don’t.”

As I say, I knew the answer. He is also out of the loop.

Breaking Bad? Um, again, I’m in the dark.

Seems like a compelling title for a show, but not sure what it means.

Breaking Bad? Does this mean the characters have been otherwise good people who have gone to the dark side? I can only guess.

But really, I gather than while I have been fixated on Ellen and Fire Masters and Wheel of Fortune and The National, most folks out there have been doing the Bad thing — and commenting about it constantly on Facebook.

“Do you have any idea what Downton Abbey is all about?” I asked the husband. “Seems to be big.”

“No idea,” said the husband, flipping from one sports channel to another.

“Do you think there’s a typo in the name of the show?” I asked. “Should it really be Downtown Abbey?”

“No idea,” he repeated. “Could you get me a beer?”

I got him a beer.

“Then there’s that show called Orange is the New Black,” I continued. “What’s that about?”

The husband took a swig of his bevvie.

“The Seahawks have released Doug Baldwin,” he said. “I’m golfing at 7:30 tomorrow.”

I took that to mean he did not know how orange turned into black — or mauve or emerald green, for that matter. Really. How does orange turn into black any more than white turns into puce? It just doesn’t happen, right?

But that’s just me. I know next to nothing about the top-rated shows. Been too busy following James.