Knock Yourself Out

So, to lighten what has been a fairly dire mood around the ol' blog lately, I'm going another direction today and hoping for some more upbeat fun-style times.

In order to do that, I'll tell a little story. I've been responding on a tv critics blog for the local paper here for a while now. I've been interviewed by him a few times for different articles about fun things like The Simpsons movie, I've written recaps for Heroes, and also been interviewed for American Idol. It's this last show that's gotten me into the newest little piece of my amateur television reviewing life.

I got an email about a month ago asking if I wanted to be a part of a story that they were working on that would review the show for the blog. I said I'd do it, 'cause it sounded easyish and fun. Then last Thursday, I went for my first ever photo shoot. I wasn't expecting this to be quite as big as it is becoming. I learned that except for me, the other people that are doing this 'fan judging' applied to do it. They sent in little letters explaining why they would be awesome judges, how much they love the show, things like that.

I was probably the most awkward model ever, and I don't want to be called a model, so we'll go with 'person who was getting picture taken.' And to make it more exciting, the photographer was telling me things like, "You're happy! You loved that song!", and "That song was so bad, you are disgusted!" I think that there should have been fans blowing my hair and techno music playing. I ended up taking pictures of me with thumbs up, two thumbs up (for very excited), even with my fingers in my ears. It's gonna be a interesting little article for that one. Then, to make my day more awkward, they wanted to take video of me...for a newspaper...that will be online. So I did. On the way upstairs, I was getting mini-interviewed and they found out that my least fav judge on Idol is Randy Jackson, because let's be honest, he sucks. Then they had me tell the localized online newspaper world who I am and why I'd be a good judge. Then they got me to do a very embarrassing impression of Randy Jackson on camera. I don't know what came over me, but for those of you who know me well, you know how I can get sometimes. After my little tirade, the writer said to me, "I knew there was a reason we picked you for this."

When more of this becomes available, you'll know about it. But for now, just imagine this skinny little white boy throwing out his gang signs yelling "Dawg!" and "Yo!" and other nonsensical words in an impression of a fat goofy black dude. Yeah...that's the visual you wanted...good luck sleeping tonight!