Thursday, February 07, 2002

Donnas, Na Na Donnas, Hey Hey Yeah, Goodbye
From Lookout! Records' Watchdog email newsletter:

"With both sadness and excitement, we are ready to announce that The Donnas have indeed signed with Atlantic Records for their next records. Sadness because we will miss dealing with the day to day work of releasing Donnas records, but excited and totally supportive of the new opportunities Atlantic will help The Donnas achieve. Lookout! has worked with The Donnas for the past five years, and we've enjoyed great success together. We will do everything we can to keep the integrity of the Lookout!/Donnas catalog intact. Before the release of the new Atlantic album, we will continue to work 'Turn 21,' and in fact, there are a few exciting Lookout! Donas-related items in the works right now that you should know about.

  • Next Tuesday, Feb. 12, you can hear 'Are You Gonna Move It For Me' from The Donnas 'Turn 21' on the TV show 'Roswell,' which airs Tuesday nights at 9 p.m. on UPN.
  • They will be headlining Saturday night of the Noise Pop Festival in San Francisco on March 2, 2002. Also on the bill are Lookout! darlings The Pattern.

    "We know it is controversial for a band to leave an indie for a major, but for what it's worth, we at Lookout! Couldn't be more happy or excited for our girls. And they will always be 'our' girls."
  • Wednesday, February 06, 2002

    Blogger? I Hardly Know Her!
    Paralleling the Great Zine Discovery by the mainstream media in the mid-'90s, the mainstream is finally embracing blogs. Time sports a feature enticingly titled "Pssst. Wanna See My Blog?" mimicking the dismissive cattiness with which the major news magazines welcomed zines -- leading with a RuPaul reference, which only highlights the fringe elements of blogging, not its promise.

    Similarly, John Dvorak contributes a piece to PC Magazine that -- while half-heartedly attempting to distance himself from the "mainstream media" -- also exudes the giddy cluelessness that mainstream journalists originally brought the Web as he proclaims, "The vanity page is dead; long live the Blog." Whatever. Blogs can still be vanity projects.

    That said, Dvorak does try to offer some insight on why people -- like me -- blog. Why do you blog? Take the Media Diet poll!
    Game Show Me the Money!: Kevin
    Last August, Kevin F. Sherry was a contestant on Jeopardy!. (It would be unfair of me not to mention that Kevin is a young, scrappy, highly employable, and brilliant newspaper journalist. Someone should hire him.) This is his story.

    How did you become a contestant?

    To become a Jeopardy contestant, you have to take a 50-question quiz. The Jeopardy folks travel around the country from time to time giving the test, but because I live close to their studios in Culver City, California, I went in and took the test there.

    I first took the test two years ago and passed. I was placed into the contestant pool, but they never called. My eligibility expired after a year, and I had to re-take the test. I went back to try again in April 2001.

    Test-takers sit in the audience seats for the show. We got a sheet with 50 blanks, and then the contestant coordinators popped in a videotape. The announcer would read the category and the question, followed by the answer. We would then have seven seconds to write our response on the line given. Fortunately, we just had to give an answer, and not phrase it in the form of a question. With just seven seconds to answer, you can see how the test would fly by. In six minutes or so, it was all over. We handed in our tests and waited for the results.

    A lot of people say the qualifiying test is more difficult than the actual show because you have to quickly deal with 50 different categories with one question each instead 12 categories of five questions each. A score of 35 out of 50 qualified you to be a contestant. Again I passed. The first time I took the test, about 12 people out of 150 passed. The second time, about six out of 75.

    After the others left, those of us who were left tried a few mock rounds of Jeopardy. We got buzzers and were judged on how well we handled ourselves and how well we spoke. I was surprised at how some players mumbled and took a long time to answer or select a category. It seemed like they would never get to the show acting like that. We also had to do a quick, impromptu blurb about who we were and where we were from. And that was pretty much it. I was back in the pool.

    How dd you prepare to compete on the show?

    I got the call about six weeks before I was going to compete on Aug. 22. I was pretty excited and began a lot of preparation. I checked out some Web sites run by former champions. I read the entire "Dictionary of Cultural Literacy," which helped with literary references, religion, myths, geography, history, and a dozen other topics. I also found a book about the show written by a former producer, as well as a 1990 book "written by Alex" that contained a bunch of questions and answers from past shows. On top of that, I purchased four Jeopardy "What is..." quiz books, each of which had more than 300 pages of categories, questions and answers from past shows. I bought the home board game, which had an additional 48 complete games. And of course I watched the show every day and marked my progress, which helped me remember always to respond in the form of a question.

    In all, I probably reviewed about 8,000 individual Jeopardy answers. From that, not only did I learn about topics that I was weak on, but I was also able to see phrasing quirks of the Jeopardy writers. For instance, any time the answer mentioned a "cubist painter," the answer would always be "Who is Pablo Picasso?" Anytime an answer mentioned a "U.S. commonwealth," the answer was always "What is Puerto Rico?" It was good to know that I had at least a few tricks that could possibly help.

    I had to be at Sony Pictures Studios at 9 a.m. on Wednesday. Because Culver City is about an hour and a half away from me, I decided to get a hotel close to the studio the night before, rather than trying to brave the rush-hour traffic heading to Los Angeles in the morning. I wanted to reduce the variables that might increase my aggravation.

    Tuesday night I hardly slept at all. All these questions and answers kept flying through my head. I would try to think of the name of a particular actor, and it would get lost. I had to check my almanac to remember the heads of state of France and Canada. I think I slept from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m., then maybe from 5-7 a.m. Not the best preparation before a mental contest, but I figured the other contestants were probably going through the same thing.

    What was it like at the studio before the show?

    At 9 a.m., I joined the other contestants on the studio lot. There were 13 of us, including the champion from the last taping series and two alternates, who would step in in case someone finished as a five-time champ or if one of us passed out, I guess. The mood among us all was very supportive. There was no trash-talking or challenges of arcane trivia to undermine our confidence. Everyone wanted everyone to do well, and that was nice. The people came from all over too. Texas, Virginia, New Jersey, Nebraska, Iowa, and Canada were all represented.

    We all had to dress nicely and bring two changes of clothing. This was in case whatever we chose to wear didn't look good on camera, or if we became a champion. The show tapes five games a day, two days a week. If you win, you have to run back and change into a new outfit for the next game so it looks like 24 hours have passed. Alex Trebek does this too.

    Eventually a contestant coordinator put us on a shuttle bus to take us to the Jeopardy set in Studio 10. We went into the "green room," which is where they had us fill out forms promising that we had no prior knowledge of the questions, that we didn't know anyone affiliated with the show and so forth. They had comfy couches, snacks and drinks for us to enjoy while we waited.

    Other than the returning champion, no one knew who would be picked for any of the five shows until 10 minutes before they went on. That made things a little nerve-wracking for everyone, but the coordinators tried to keep us calm. One by one, we all went to get made up for television. Because of the bright lights in the studio, any white person without makeup would come accross as ghostlike. So we all got some makeup to give us some color, smooth out blemishes and remove shininess. The makeup lady told me I had nice skin.

    Next we moved onto the actual set, where we learned how to operate the little screens that sit on each podium. You have to sign your name with a little wand at the start. At the end of the show, the screen goes blank, and that's where you put your Final Jeopardy wagers and questions.

    We also got a quick lesson in how to work the buzzers. They resemble clicker pens, but with the thickness of a fat magic marker. Once a contestant chooses a category and dollar amount, the answer appears and Alex reads it. Once he finishes speaking, two rows of lights, one on either side of the game board, go on, indicating that the contestants can now buzz in (you never see these lights on TV). If you buzz in before the lights go on, you're locked out for half a second. So you have to have good timing to make sure you ring in after Alex finishes talking, but before your opponents. Often you'll see people clicking their buzzers furiously to ring in. We were told to click the stick repeatedly, in case someone else gets locked out. If the person who rings in gives the correct question, you move on to another answer. If the person gets it wrong, those lights come on again and the other contestants can ring in. We took turns at the podium, going through easy categories to get the feel of the buzzer and the timing of the lights. Each person answered three questions, then stepped aside for the next person.

    One thing all the contestants had to do was come up with a series of interesting anecdotes, so that Alex would have something to ask us about during the little chat sessions he has after the first commercial break.

    No matter where the contestants went during the day, we were always under tight security, a lasting result of the quiz-show scandals of the 1950s. We always went from place to place in a group. When some contestants went to smoke, a coordinator went with them. When we broke for lunch, we had a special table set aside in the Sony comissary just for us. The point was to make sure that we did not have any contact with anyone who might know what the questions and the answers for the day might be. That included Alex and the writers.

    That's a lot to take in. What was it like during the taping -- and during the game itself?

    A little before noon, we went back into the set area. The audience had already been brought in. I had my own special cheering section, with Mayrav Saar, Glenn Gaslin, Steve Lynch, Rick Porter and Eric Carlson, who braved Spirit Airlines to fly in for the day from Chicago. It was comforting to see them out there for me. The morning audience got to see three shows taped. Then the set broke for lunch and a new audience came in to watch the last two shows of the day. Any contestant not competing sat in the audience.

    Jeopardy has a few changes for the 2001 season, its 18th since it began in its most recent incarnation. The most obvious is that Alex Trebek has shaved his moustache, on a whim, he says. The show also has hired four young folks to travel around the country to provide video clues for the show. They're called the "Clue Crew," and did things like "Hi, I'm here at the San Diego Zoo. This animal here..." and so forth. The clips seemed to slow the show down a bit, and they seemed designed to get younger people interested in Jeopardy. Although no one mentioned the words "Regis" or "Millionaire," one of the contestant coordinators said they like the attention that the new quiz shows get, because it also draws attention to Jeopardy, which many people had begun to take for granted. She also said they all love the Jeopardy skits on Saturday Night Live.

    The show also has improved its prizes. A long time ago, the show gave "prizes" like Rice-A-Roni to the second- and third-place folks. More recently, the second-place person won a trip, while the third-place person got a TV, stereo, or some kind of electronics thingy. But they've upgraded again. Now the first-place person still keeps the cash, while second place gets an international trip and third place gets a domestic trip. So that was pretty cool.

    It was difficult to tell the selection process exactly, but it seemed that each show had a male and female contestant selected to go up against the champ from the last show. Once those two were picked, they would select slips of paper that had either "2" or "3" on them, indicating which podium they would stand at. Then the makeup lady polished them up, and the microphone guy clipped a pager-sized box to their belt with a tiny wire microphone that clipped to a blouse or lapel. To make sure everyone looked about the same height, shorter players stood on wood blocks at the podiums.

    The show is taped in real-time, meaning that they start off just like on TV, take a few minutes for a commercial break, come back and continue until 30 minutes have expired. All the contestants agreed that the show just flew by, and most couldn't even remember their categories or answers. Sometimes there would be a glitch (Alex accidentally read the response in the question) or a disputed response (Is "William the Orange" the same as "William of Orange?") and the show would stop. The contestants would turn their backs to the game board, in case another answer was revealed. The producers would get everything fixed and they'd start again where they left off.

    During commercial breaks, Alex was a bit corny. He would wander around stage, making comments and answering questions for people in the audience. He seemed a little goofy, but I guess you have to find ways to amuse yourself after doing that kind of job for 18 years. Announcer Johnny Gilbert has a great voice, and always keeps his enthusiasm high for his opening "This! Is! Jeopardy!" Other times, though, he just played emcee, answering crowd questions and talking through every second of down time. His ability to chatter was impressive, if repetitive.

    But how did you feel?

    Being on the show was great. I learned a lot in preparing, and am pleased overall. Did I have fun? You bet. But my palms were incredibly sweaty, and the makeup lady had to keep dabbing my forehead to wipe the sweat.

    This all happened in August. How long did you have to wait to see the show on TV?

    My show was on Friday, Oct. 19 last year. Everyone's local time and station was different. Because of Monday Night Football, ABC stations in the Los Angeles and San Francisco markets bumped their five days of Jeopardy to a Tuesday-through-Saturday run. In those markets, I was on Saturday, Oct. 20.
    Media News by Email
    Just like you can now receive Media Diet via email, you can also now receive Jim Romenesko's Media News via email. In the interest of full disclosure, Jim used to publish the wonderful zine Obscure, which has morphed into the Obscure Store and Reading Room. I also used to edit him when he contributed to and I worked for Online Access magazine (RIP).
    Third Time's the Charm?
    So I'm finally interested in spending time -- or going out -- with women who aren't my ex, and my record's not too good thus far. After two attempts at making plans with two different women, I received the following responses:

  • "I feel goofy saying this, but I have a boyfriend."
  • "You will have to let me know when your band plays somewhere so my husband and I can come and hear you."

    D'oh! Third time's the charm, right? I mean, I'm happy to hang out with these women platonically and all, but sheesh, crushes crumbled!
  • Magazine Me III
    There's been quite a bit of coverage and discussion lately about the new magazine aimed at "cool Jews." Heeb: The New Jew Review was written up in today's Globe (story not available online, for shame), and writer Jim Sullivan considers whether the name is offensive. Even though Heeb has come under fire by the Anti-Defamation League and Howard Stern (yawn), Sullivan seems to settle on the positive side of the defamation fence: "Heeb has a leg up." The magazine hit the stands yesterday, so take a look for yourself.

    Is Heeb an offensive name for a magazine? Take the Media Diet poll!
    See You in the Funny Pages IV
    Jason Little just put up three new episodes of his Bee: Shutterbug Follies strip.
    Game Show Me the Money!: William
    In mid-January, William Jarry was a contestant on the 30th anniversary episode of the Price is Right. This is his story.

    How did you first connect with the Price Is Right?

    I was going to Las Vegas anyway with my buddy Jeff, who called me about three weeks earlier to say his work friends cancelled on him, but he still wanted to go. I jumped on the opportunity. We had no idea about the Price is Right until three days before we left, when Jeff was home sick from work with a sprained ankle and happened to notice the ad while watching the game show in its regular time slot. Because we were going to be there on Jan. 17, the day they were taping, we decided that, if nothing else, it would be a great distraction from losing our shirts in the casino!

    Why did you want to be on the Price Is Right?

    What person doesn't want to be on national TV, especially on the 30th anniversary primetime special of the world's number one game show? Jeff and I were both fans from our childhood (What kid doesn't grow up watching the Price Is Right?), so it seemed like it would be a blast, even if we only got to be in the audience and didn't get called down.

    Did you have to go through any kind of application, interview, or screening process?

    Not really. But getting tickets for the show was another story, though.  We got there at 1 a.m. Thursday (having not slept since Tuesday night) to find thousands of people already in line. They were supposed to start lining up at 6 a.m., and then pass out 900 tickets at 10 a.m.  (There were also 600 tickets that were comped out to VIP's, for a total of 1,500 people in the Samba Theater of the Rio Hotel and Casino). Unfortunately, there were more than 10,000 people there -- some who had even slept there from the night before -- so our chances looked slim.  There were also about three or four different lines, with everyone in them claiming to be in the "correct" line. 

    Jeff and I had come with a friend of a friend who lived in Vegas, Amanda, so the three of us split up and each took a line, communicating through cell phones if one started moving. We also did a little sneaking and cutting in line -- guerrilla tactics were necessary for this situation. At 6:45 a.m., one of the lines started moving into the theater. I was in the right line, and my friends were gone! I called Jeff, he held my spot, and I ran to get Amanda, who at this point had made friends with five cute girls from Utah and a random guy named Steve from Kansas City. We joined forces, ran back to get Jeff, and unfortunately never caught up to him. 

    The crowd was so huge, and people were pushing so much that they dropped the gates to the Theater, brought in security and the State Police, and then told everyone the show was sold out -- and that they had to go home.  Meanwhile, Jeff was the last one they let in! I went back to the casino with Amanda, almost in tears for not making it through, and called my mom at 7:15 a.m. to give her the bad news. They were all pulling for me back home. Then I got the call. Jeff had borrowed a cell phone from inside the Theater and told me that he got ticket 555, and he was the last one in, so there were at least 345 tickets still available. The cops lied to get us out of there because of the fire hazard! I knew we still had a chance, so I went back to the box office gate to find 300-plus people still there with the same idea.  People were threatening to sue the hotel with a class action lawsuit. Old ladies had literally beaten guards with their canes. It was a mess. 

    We hooked up with the Utah girls again, and then I got the brilliant idea to pimp them out to security guards. You always get further by being nice to people. Some were married, so I had them take off their rings, then go butter up the guards to figure out the deal. Sure enough, a guard named Vito let Brittany know that they were waiting for people to leave. At about 10-11-ish they would unleash the remaining tickets to those who waited patiently. So the Utah girls had Uno with them, and my whole crew sat on the floor nicely, while staying in touch with Jeff on the inside. 

    Sure enough, at 11 a.m., Vito comes by and gives us a nod. We get right up to the front of the line, and then about 15 guards form a human chain blocking about 300 people in to get onto the show, and everyone else out! We went in, screaming like crazy with excitement, and received out golden tickets (I was 781 -- barely in!) and name tags -- we were in the audience! We got outta there and had a couple hours to kill before we had to meet back at the theater. We got Jeff and grabbed a bite to eat.

    I guess that the producers would be hiding in line to try and see who was crazy/fun to have on the show, and I figured these "interviews" we had to do would be a screening process so they didn't pick a "dud" for the show. I told everyone -- the Utah girls, Jeff, Steve, and Amanda, that no matter what, we were going to go nuts in line, and we did. We stopped at the hotel, and I grabbed my bright orange soccer shirt with my name on the back for recognition, and we headed to the interviews. We waited in line from 2-9 p.m. to get into the theater, and all the while I was starting "Team Utah," "Bob Barker," "Line 7" (the line we were in), etc. chants, and getting hundreds of people all riled up. 

    We were so crazy we actually got interviewed for Channel 4 news and The Las Vegas Sun while we were in line. If they noticed us, I hoped the producers did, too! Finally, we went through the metal detectors, ran into the Theater, and met with two producers who literally only asked "What's your name, where are you from, and what do you do?" I knew this was my chance, so I screamed and jumped in front of them, shouting "I'm Bill, and I came all the way from Boston to see Bob Barker! I'm a musician!"  I figured if I told them I was an investment banker, they might think I could do numbers too quickly or well, so I went with the pity for the musician -- stereotypically poor and dumb -- perfect for the show! (I actually do play drums, so I wasn't lying either). 

    They asked me what instrument I played, and then I ran off screaming, jumping, and going nuts. I made it up to my seat -- on the second balcony, and then just waited for the show to begin while they showed us clips from past anniversary episodes. While I was waiting for the show to start, I saw the producers combing the aisles, looking for the people they picked -- where they were sitting so the cameras would know where to go when the chosen were called. I didn't hear it, but Denise, one of the Utah girls, heard the producers two rows in front of us say, "There he is, the guy with the orange shirt. It's him."  I didn't believe her, but just sat there with my stomach going crazy like I would throw up. At that point, I also had had to go to the bathroom for five hours. I couldn't move. I was so nervous!

    What was the actual experience in the game show's studio like?

    Sure enough: "William Jarry, come on down!" was called after the first pricing game, and I exploded! I hugged everyone I was with -- then ran up the stairs to the elevator, escorted by producers and assistants to an elevator, taken downstairs, then set up to run down the aisle. The place was unbelievable! It was so big. The people were going crazy. The stage was just like on TV -- it hasn't changed in 30 years at all! Everyone in the audience was so happy for me. They were all trying to slap me five as I ran down the aisle to contestant row. I was so nervous, excited, everything -- it was just too much to handle. The excitement in that room was indescribable.

    It was really hard to think straight when pricing items to get out of contestant row and on stage. There was a lot of pressure, so it took me a couple of bids, but I made it. From the stage, the audience looked massive. I could barely see my crew letting me know what game was next, and what to bid on -- they were signaling Plinko though -- I got to play the most popular game on the Price Is Right! There were tons of people with Plinko shirts in the audience. One guy even had a Plinko rain hat complete with chips hanging from it. People went wild!

    Bob was great. He was all business though. It was tough to say, "Hi," to your friends because he wanted to keep the show rolling. Apparently taping usually takes only 45 minutes, but becuase this was a special show and he was taking time in between each game to answer questions from the audience, it took more than two hours to tape.  Bob led me through the game, I won my chips, and I swear I almost dropped them when Claudia handed them to me. She was so hot! All of the Beauties were outstanding, especially up close -- that made me really nervous! I did my thing, I won a few prizes (a camera, a boom box, and a water pik), plus $2,500 playing Plinko. I also won an arcade game (Mr. Driller 2) to get up on stage, so all total I won $6,181. 

    After my game, I stopped to start to fill out my tax forms, and then had to get up and run out to the bathroom finally, almost in the middle of taping! People were high-fiving me all the way into the bathroom -- it was great to see everyone happy for me, rather than jealous that they weren't the ones picked. I was pleasantly surprised! I came back, did the forms, got the assistant's number so she would send  me autographed pictures from all of the Beauties later, then finished the show. I went over $1 on my spin, so I didn't make it to the showcase showdown, but because I was on stage, I did get Bob to sign my name tag! 

    On the way out of the Theater, my crew met up with me again, we went crazy, and took a few pictures for the CBS Web site. Then, I swear, people wanted me to sign autographs! I had made so many friends in line while going crazy, that everyone was happy for me. After that, I took my whole crew out for a steak dinner at the hotel (The restaurant manager actually served us!), then I ran into Claudia in the hall! She gave me a couple of autographs, plus her exclusive modeling photos, and then invited us to come to the casino and the club with her later! We actually spent the night in Club Rio with the beauties, Rod Roddy (who was kind of an ass -- he wouldn't sign autographs at all), and a couple of producers, who I was sure to thank for the opportunity. 

    Bob wasn't there -- he's getting a little senile so I'm sure he needed his rest.  It was funny during the show -- you could tell he'd forget a couple things here and there and they'd have to do a little retaping. Anyway, sure enough, our friend Vito was the guard at the VIP section, so we had no trouble hanging out with the stars for the rest of the night, before finally going to bed at about 6 a.m. -- from being up for about 48 hours!

    Tuesday, February 05, 2002

    Blogging About Blogging IX
    Why do so many blogs suck? Take the Media Diet poll.
    Blogging About Blogging VIII
    I met a fellow named Jish while in the Bay Area last fall, and he runs a nifty little Web ring for bloggers appropriately called, ahem, Webloggers. I just added Media Diet to the mix, and if you do a blog, I suggest that you look into it! Imagine: a blog ring.

    Of course, now that I've spent some time popping around blogspace using Webloggers' Random Site link, I've come to the conclusion that, just as is true with zines and personal Web sites, most blogs suck.

    Jish, of course, is not at all responsible for this.
    Blogging About Blogging VII
    You've probably heard about the Webbies, but do you know about the Bloggies? In January, folks nominated and voted on blogs and blog-related sites in categories such as best merchandise, best meme, best Webcam, best design, and best blogs in Australia, Asia, Europe, Latin America, the US, and Canada. This guy named Wil Wheaton won in many different categories. Many, many different categories. So why haven't I heard about him -- or the Bloggies -- before?

    As a response to the Bloggies, there's also the Anti-Bloggies. Will the self-referential circle jerking and metablogging never stop?
    Leaving a Bad Taste on Your Bookshelf
    Kevin Bowen has appropriated -- and collected other appropriated -- children's book covers over at Something Awful. Some are silly. Some are sick. All are something awful.