I applied online to go on Jeopardy last week, and got an email today confirming my appointment at 11:30AM on Wednesday, April 7th for a tryout.

It's a written test followed by a screen test. I'm probably going to ace the written, and bomb the screen test. That's essentially what happened the last time I tried out.

The article is ridiculous, since they're calling an end to the Atkin's "Craze" which they also say never really happened, but...

In the beginning of the second section, "Reports raise eyebrows" they use "Fatkins"

I WAS FIRST, FUCKERS!!!!Also, after dinner with Doherty on Sunday night, I discovered that I am not, after all, as prodigious an eater ( Read more... )

So, another birthday weekend has come and gone. I had a nice, calm weekend with Jess, spent a lot of money at dinner(s), and then had my sporting heart ripped from my chest.

IM exchange this morning with Patrick:

drivel, drivel, wrestling chat, drivel...
Me Wait.
Me Never mind.
Patrick I didn't say do that at work, you can wait till this ( Read more... )

Last night, as Doherty hinted, was quite amusing. It was amusing enough to lead me to think this was going to be my first-ever (and likely only) locked journal entry. I'm not locking this, though, because there's nothing bad that I did in here, and while I'd rather not deal with the fallout when the Cousin reads it, it's still a funny story.

( Click if you're not into that whole brevity thing... )

Bleh. I've been in hiding for the last couple of weeks. Things at work are really sucking, and I've been working later hours as a result of that. To throw another log on the "Why Plump Tony Hates His Job" fire, I found out a few weeks ago (shortly after my last long update when I talked about how my boss decided he was going to try to pull a ( Read more... )

I said I would, so here it is. Taken from sica14075, etc, etc, etc ( Read more... )

Saturday was evil. I'm never, ever, ever drinking again ( Read more... )

I'm back, I'm bad, I'm fat and I'm mad.

( Vacation )

Tonight's the Fidelity Annual Winter Holiday Party. Or, for those of us who hate Political Correctness, the Christmas Party. It's quite the spread, and I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know how much of the free booze I'm going to partake of, though, since V25:Jessapalooza is just around the corner, but it'll be fun nonetheless ( Read more... )

FatLoudMel has managed to do the impossible: she's made me hate her more. About the only strata left in my Gradations of Hatred(tm) is "Bludgeon to Death With Spiked Red Sox Bat," which means she's in the "Actively Seek to Induce Tears and/or Public Humiliation On Sight" circle. What a fucking cunt ( Read more... )