Though technically, we were never on.
Hirp's covered most of the ground here, but I wanted to officially let everyone know that we didn't make "the show." We got dict.
As we've all signed NDAs (non-disclosure agreements), I really can't go into the gory details. And truth be told, there wouldn't be much to tell as the producers didn't have to disclose any information related to our performance at the "auditions" (code for super secret recruiting process). All the way to Austin, and they're going to leave us hanging as to how we rated for the rest of our days...
We discussed whether or not we wanted to take tonight's pop culture IQ test in an attempt qualify online, but we started this as a team, and we're ending it as a team. Though my money's on Hirp to break the pact, take the test and qualify for NYC.
All-in, we got to play a ton of poker, talk a lot of shit, eat some great steak, and get fucked up on 6th Street in Austin, Texas. I'll take that over some lame ass, biased, wanna-be reality TV show any day.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Friday, February 9, 2007
And... We're Off!
Heading out to Austin with Hirp and Skrawg tomorrow via San Antonio and I've gotta say, I'm a lil' nervous.
We've got the junior g-man suits, we've got the skinny ties, and now we find out if we've got any game. Something tells me we're going to find out we've just been jerking each other off with our professed vast knowledge base all these years, but I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong.
I hope we get down there, check-in, clean the barrels in our respective shotguns (separately of course), slip into our man-of-leisure suits, and kick the pop culture knowledge test firmly in the nards. Next step, bedazzling the casting directors with our quick wits and man tits (well, at least one of us can claim those) and getting one of the eight coveted spots in Sunday's qualifying round. Upon running roughshod through the field on Sunday, we're ultimately awarded a trip to NYC and a chance at being acknowledged as those "most blessed" with an abundance of useless knowledge (or "nowledge" if you're from Nebraska).
King of the geeks. Lords of the losers. Gentiles of the genius sect. We'll take any title you'll give us.
Or... we could get to Austin, take a quiz, get punted, and spend the night crying in our beers.
Either way, it sounds like a most excellent weekend to me!
We've got the junior g-man suits, we've got the skinny ties, and now we find out if we've got any game. Something tells me we're going to find out we've just been jerking each other off with our professed vast knowledge base all these years, but I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong.
I hope we get down there, check-in, clean the barrels in our respective shotguns (separately of course), slip into our man-of-leisure suits, and kick the pop culture knowledge test firmly in the nards. Next step, bedazzling the casting directors with our quick wits and man tits (well, at least one of us can claim those) and getting one of the eight coveted spots in Sunday's qualifying round. Upon running roughshod through the field on Sunday, we're ultimately awarded a trip to NYC and a chance at being acknowledged as those "most blessed" with an abundance of useless knowledge (or "nowledge" if you're from Nebraska).
King of the geeks. Lords of the losers. Gentiles of the genius sect. We'll take any title you'll give us.
Or... we could get to Austin, take a quiz, get punted, and spend the night crying in our beers.
Either way, it sounds like a most excellent weekend to me!
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