That's how I'll recite my alphabet from now on. Boy, was watching the show a lot of fun tonight. You know how you hear yourself on tape or see yourself on video, and you're totally shocked that's how you look? It was like I was seeing myself for the first time. And hearing myself for the first time, as it is now apparent that I am quite the potty mouth, having been bleeped out twice for using two popular variations of the f-word.
They edited quite a bit -- to my relief, and somewhat to my disappointment. Reyna thought that I got the shaft and skipped over in the mini-interviews, but what really happened was that what meaningless conversation we exchanged really wasn't TV-worthy. The truth was that I had haphazardly filled out the game show application weeks before, having no real expectation that I would ever be on the show. I put a lot of dumb, sarcastic answers, like saying that the craziest thing I ever did was set my drink down with no coaster. I also put a bunch of stuff about idolizing Ms. Martha Stewart, which led Jimmy Carr to the "will you marry me?" bit. So actually, they cut out a little convo we had about insider trading, about what the craziest thing I ever really did was, etc., etc.
And the natural handicap with the trampolines because of having the shortest legs of the lot (I kept practicing between takes!). And being emotionless as Jimmy closed the show, with only my very still head in the lower left corner of the screen (I thought I wasn't in the shot!). And giggling and cooing like an Asian girl (as Jose noted!). Afterward, I called my dad and as is typical of the Asian parent that demands perfection, he said, "You seem to know a lot about entertainment, but not enough about geography." Dad, did you see that I won the car?
Well, Dad can say what he wants, I guess. After all, he's the one that cleaned all that paint off the Mazda.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:01 AM
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