In case you want to see whether I had any nose hairs out of place, here’s a spot with some good pictures of the cast members.
The rise before the fall
The Gen-X Mensa group was meeting for dinner tonight, but I missed a change in the street address (Cleveland Avenue South instead of North). Consequently, I showed up at the restaurant a couple minutes late to find a pretty large group already sitting around the table.
“Shawn, we were just talking about you.” Normally, hearing that sentence would be a prelude to bad news—you’ve been fired, your parents found your stash of [insert illicit item(s) here], you’re the father. In this case, it was about Beauty and the Geek.
I’m not sure how I feel about the attention. Okay, that’s a lie—I enjoy the attention. (Part of the reason I ended up on the show in the first place was because I was on the outskirts of attention unless “we were just talking about you.”) I think it’s just because I’m unsure about the aftermath. Or the during-math, for that matter.
Garnering so much attention from others is like getting a massive dose of endorphins—SUPER EGO BOOST! (Technically, the endorphins create happy feelings more than anything else, but so do handjobs… hoo boy. Take that analogy in as many directions as far as they can go and you won’t be able to sleep tonight. Well, maybe the endorph—NEVER MIND!)
But my point was about SUPER EGO BOOST! I’m special, I’m important, yee-haw! And soon the show will play on the air. Will these happy feelings stick around or will my ego shrivel up like a prune? Will I still be pumped up or will it feel like someone slashed my emotional tires? What will “Shawn, we were just talking about you” mean? Just to be save, I better go hide my stash somewhere else…
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The Apocalypse is upon us!
Radio Ga-Ga
It’s hard to explain how awkward it felt being on KS95 this afternoon. During the interviews for Beauty and the Geek, I’ve spoken in front of a group of people, I’ve done it with a video camera on, but talking to a couple DJs over the phone… it felt so unnatural. Continue reading “Radio Ga-Ga”
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Shawn-sploitation
After doing grunt work from Monday through Thursday, I was ready to have a little fun. More specifically, I was ready to have a little fun at First Friday. It’s a Mensa gathering that happens every… well, every first Friday of the month—pretty self-explanatory, really. But I wanted to attend for a very specific reason: I wanted to give my thanks to Paul Jensen. As you may have read before, he was the catalyst for my appearance on Beauty and the Geek—he told the casting agency about me and the rest is still becoming history. However, I’d wanted to wait to tell him until I knew when the show was going to debut so I could spring it all on him at once. I feel so devious… Continue reading “Shawn-sploitation”
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Woo hoo!
Note to self: if you turn in your bar application on Monday, don’t wait until Saturday to post it on the blog. You’d think that would be a pretty big accomplishment at the moment, wouldn’t you? (Especially since I missed the deadline for the February exam, so at least I won’t have to feel foolish for that particular mistake this time around…)
It probably wouldn’t have taken more than an hour or two to jot down that I filled in the updated form that I didn’t learn about until three days before the deadline, I used a digital picture of myself from Brent’s wedding for the ID card, I put everything into a nice, big envelope and then dropped it all off at the Board of Law Examiners office in St. Paul. Woo hoo! Good stuff… Continue reading “Woo hoo!”
