okay, so things have been crazy-insane all day at work trying to get paperwork out the door for summer, and all of a sudden i've been commanded to slack off.

can't argue with that.

last night was freaking funny - wednesday night on a whim just before i went to bed i turned on elimidate, which is both the funniest and crappiest dating show ever invented. it's fuckin' hilarious to see how ho-ish and catty people can be on a nationally broadcast show.

and when they announced that they'd be coming to the big wis to find new contestants, guess who went online and got the scoop. come on, guess.

so after work yesterday jen and i drove on down to madison to see what it takes to be a slutty dating game contestant... we stopped in at sir ween's place to see if he wanted to try and be a tv star, too, but nobody home. so we paid a visit to the local urban outfitters instead and then wandered through ragstock contemplating how my chances of getting on the show would probably triple if i bought the vinyl nurse's dress on display.

no, i did not buy it you damn perverts.

so we go to the State St. Bar, or the State Bar, or whatever the place is called, and they have a big sign that says "elimidate people get your asses upstairs!!!" or something like that. and when you go up the stairs, there's a table with some people who work for the show sitting behind it, passing out half-sheets of paper that turn out to be applications you have to fill out.

they asked questions about how to contact me in case they were interested. then they asked about my stats - height, weight, haircolor, and so on and so on. then they ask what my perfect mate would look like and all i could think was uh... a boy would be good. but since that's not very descriptive, i jotted down colin farrell. and then they ask what qualities turn me off and after arrogance and cheating and other standard girly answers i added "no murderers or litterers".

jen got a lot of this process on video, including a group of slutty girls who looked at us with distaste, most likely because our tshirt and jeans attire made us "unsuitable" for such a show in their eyes. i get up and turn in my slip of paper, and ask the lady at the table "so, what's next?" and she informs me that they will hang onto the applications and i'll get a call sometime tomorrow (that being friday, or today) and then i can come down to the fox tv station for an interview. i can stay at the "casting party" or i'm free to go, whatever.

and i'm thinking crap, i drove down here to fill out a slip of paper? that's it?

so jen and i had a beer and took some pictures.

then we went back to sir ween's house to see if he was home yet and hooray, we stumbled onto a kegger! wheeee! so we hung with sir ween (who had filled out the slip of elimidate paper the night before) and his crew and then came home. and now all of a sudden i've got a shitload of work to do, so if you'll excuse me i gotta slap some logos on some shit.

long story short if it'd been a cooler show like dog eat dog or fear factor i'd totally have driven to madison again today for an interview, but in my eyes elimidate's just not worth it. the end.