I have a Jeopardy pen, and you don't.
I rode my bike out to Boston this morning, and got there an hour and a half early, as I had allowed plenty of time for getting lost and parking and so forth. I was lost for maybe three minutes but with the towering Prudential Center to orient by there was a limit to just how lost I could get.
When you go into the Jeopardy auditions they take a polaroid of you and give you a written test, and go over the technique of how to play the game right, as in don't mumble, take educated guesses unless you're getting burned on them. If you pass the written test they bring you up with a couple other people to have a go with the buzzer and some actual game play, ten questions or so to see if you can press a button and are not a total stiff in person. So they call up groups of three people at a time to practice and I'm sitting there and sitting there as group after group goes up and I'm thinking I'm going to be the only loser who did so poorly on the written that he doesn't get to go up and try the buzzer. Guess who was the very last person called when the session had run a few minutes past its scheduled time? I.
So I got up there and did okay. Answered some questions and hopefully displayed some actual personality, telling a bit about myself. I'd say my shot at getting on the show at this point is about as good as anyone else there at the time has.
Last night I rode my bike up to NoHo to have dinner with my parents and brothers, as my brother and mom have the same birthday, which is tomorrow, or today by my clock. Anyway, I rode up with just the outer shell of my jacket and a shirt underneath. which was fine in the daytime but nowhere near adequate for after the early May night had cooled to 40 or so. I was nervous about the ride back home. But for some reason or other my parents had this insulated vest lying around that they were going to give me, and it saved me from becoming hypothermic on the way back home. And I could have just borrowed something, I suppose, anyway. But I was thinking that what you really need to have in life is just some faith that things will work. You can find things when you assume they are there to be found. I see it as your mind flowing fluidly through obstacles, not charging through things like a bull trying to run through a wall, but like water flowing through sand. Not fighting, just flowing by.
After the audition I had a nice lunch with a tall blond gorgeous archaeologist friend of mine. This is major social interaction for an antisocial bastard like me. I hadn't heard from her in a while but just before I left I said what the fuck I'll try her and emailed her to meet me at the sheraton if she was still interested in hanging out a bit. I gave her my cell number and I was getting worried she'd call me right in the middle of my trying out. But it all worked out.
Couple weeks ago I was also up to the rents house on easter for ham and pineapple and such. My parents' street was a landfill until the twenties and off the end of my street where water washes out some of the dirt you can still find a lot of old bottles and pieces of porcelain cups and things. When I was a kid my friends and I smashed probably a lot of money's worth of old bottles we found in the wooded area at the end of the street. I poke around there a bit on occasion, find a fragment or two of something that strikes me aesthetically. Such as a couple weeks ago when I found the above bit, and a couple of others. Vexing thing is that my girlfriends never seem to share my enthusiasm for finding all sorts of bits of pottery washed down trout streams or exposed off the end of my parents' street. I try to share the excitement, ya know. Maybe I'm just a maggot and need to grow up and stop picking up and photographing bits of trash. I don't really think that, but I fell sad about how being grown up for so many people seems to mean having no time or interest in that sort of thing.
Whaaaaaaaaaaatever. Sure in nice not to have done any of tomorrow's latin assignment over the whole weekend.
Tomorrow I'll add on another pic of a bit of a plate that needs window light to look really good.
May the starlight never cease to dazzle you.
I rode my bike out to Boston this morning, and got there an hour and a half early, as I had allowed plenty of time for getting lost and parking and so forth. I was lost for maybe three minutes but with the towering Prudential Center to orient by there was a limit to just how lost I could get.
When you go into the Jeopardy auditions they take a polaroid of you and give you a written test, and go over the technique of how to play the game right, as in don't mumble, take educated guesses unless you're getting burned on them. If you pass the written test they bring you up with a couple other people to have a go with the buzzer and some actual game play, ten questions or so to see if you can press a button and are not a total stiff in person. So they call up groups of three people at a time to practice and I'm sitting there and sitting there as group after group goes up and I'm thinking I'm going to be the only loser who did so poorly on the written that he doesn't get to go up and try the buzzer. Guess who was the very last person called when the session had run a few minutes past its scheduled time? I.
So I got up there and did okay. Answered some questions and hopefully displayed some actual personality, telling a bit about myself. I'd say my shot at getting on the show at this point is about as good as anyone else there at the time has.
Last night I rode my bike up to NoHo to have dinner with my parents and brothers, as my brother and mom have the same birthday, which is tomorrow, or today by my clock. Anyway, I rode up with just the outer shell of my jacket and a shirt underneath. which was fine in the daytime but nowhere near adequate for after the early May night had cooled to 40 or so. I was nervous about the ride back home. But for some reason or other my parents had this insulated vest lying around that they were going to give me, and it saved me from becoming hypothermic on the way back home. And I could have just borrowed something, I suppose, anyway. But I was thinking that what you really need to have in life is just some faith that things will work. You can find things when you assume they are there to be found. I see it as your mind flowing fluidly through obstacles, not charging through things like a bull trying to run through a wall, but like water flowing through sand. Not fighting, just flowing by.
After the audition I had a nice lunch with a tall blond gorgeous archaeologist friend of mine. This is major social interaction for an antisocial bastard like me. I hadn't heard from her in a while but just before I left I said what the fuck I'll try her and emailed her to meet me at the sheraton if she was still interested in hanging out a bit. I gave her my cell number and I was getting worried she'd call me right in the middle of my trying out. But it all worked out.
Couple weeks ago I was also up to the rents house on easter for ham and pineapple and such. My parents' street was a landfill until the twenties and off the end of my street where water washes out some of the dirt you can still find a lot of old bottles and pieces of porcelain cups and things. When I was a kid my friends and I smashed probably a lot of money's worth of old bottles we found in the wooded area at the end of the street. I poke around there a bit on occasion, find a fragment or two of something that strikes me aesthetically. Such as a couple weeks ago when I found the above bit, and a couple of others. Vexing thing is that my girlfriends never seem to share my enthusiasm for finding all sorts of bits of pottery washed down trout streams or exposed off the end of my parents' street. I try to share the excitement, ya know. Maybe I'm just a maggot and need to grow up and stop picking up and photographing bits of trash. I don't really think that, but I fell sad about how being grown up for so many people seems to mean having no time or interest in that sort of thing.
Whaaaaaaaaaaatever. Sure in nice not to have done any of tomorrow's latin assignment over the whole weekend.
Tomorrow I'll add on another pic of a bit of a plate that needs window light to look really good.
May the starlight never cease to dazzle you.
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....hmmm....but no, my haircolor isn`t red