Apparently, my time spent at home recovering from the appendectomy would have been better spent studying rivers in Europe and authors from other countries. Oh, and every language but English. Because that knowledge – not my knowledge of the name of every Kevin Smith movie ever made – is what would have gotten me on Jeopardy.
Yeah. Remember how I told you I was taking the test? Well, it didn’t go so well.
Here I am, ready at my computer this past Tuesday night at 8 p.m., just like the website said to be. I didn’t study or anything because, well, I pretty much kick ass when I play at home against the contestants on TV every night at 7:30. How hard could it be?
Out of 50 questions, I got maybe 10 right? I don’t know. They don’t tell you your score. They just tell you if you’ve moved on to the next round, which in my case would, in a perfect world, be another practice test, interview and personality assessment in Lexington sometime soon to determine if they want me on the show.
I’m thinking it’s not gonna happen.
Whatever. My personality’s awesome. And I know lots of stuff.
Alex Trebek is really condescending anyway. I’d probably get myself in trouble.