My Wipeout Adventure – Audition


It was a short week between my callback and the audition. Being such a well prepared person in general, I had not bothered to get any details about what the audition would entail. I figured I would need to prepare something, so I came up with a brilliant speech that would be accompanied by a cue card sight gag. I procrastinated, of course, and ended up with a speech outline and no cue cards when the time came to leave. So with a full tank of gas and some good friends for company, your hero hit the road to the big city.

The great thing is that what I lack in preparation I make up in genius. I masterfully placed a suggestion that my passengers could make my cue cards for me and they took the bait (Editor’s Note: He asked nicely with an explanation and they obliged). Sadly, I was not able to incorporate them in the actual audition but they were extremely awesome.

cuecards Fridges and magnets were invented for pictures like these.

Registration started at 8AM, so I made sure to arrive at the convention centre by 7AM. In case anyone is curious, I did walk past a hot dog stand that was open at 6:30AM because really, nothing says breakfast like an all beef wiener. The convention centre had 3 main events that day; Wipeout Canada auditions, Miss Teen Canada, and a medicinal marijuana expo. You know you are in Canada when most people do not even notice a beauty contest.

It didn’t take too long for the crowd of hopefuls to fill the lobby. For some reason my Giant Tiger costume did not seem to measure up to the calibre of costumes.

SAM_0009Mmmm, marker fume-ilicious. SAM_0024
Fancy costumes!

The giant line of applicants and supporters were buzzing. Everyone was telling stories of their applications, their favourite videos, and bonding over our love of big red balls. The mood was happy and supportive, even though we were all in direct competition for a fairly small number of spots. The first step of the process was handing in our forms and getting our audition number. They wisely pre-assigned numbers instead of first come first serve. Ennis and Jessica were mingling with the line to keep us entertained during the wait.

SAM_0013 The cowboy tried twice to lasso Jessica. The word “tried” should tell you how well he did.

I got #76 and proceeded on to an auditorium for some more waiting. This room alone was worth the price of admission. What do you get when you dump a bunch of wild, crazy Canadians with dreams of being on television into a room? Sheer awesomeness. And that was before Ennis was set loose to encourage more zanyness for a chance at winning a T-shirt. There was a costume contest, a victory dance off, and a talent show that evolved into feats of strength. I can now say that I have been enthralled by a push-up contest. Spontaneous adding of claps between push-ups goes a long way for entertainment value.

SAM_0022 Bowser and Sumo Guy had several awesome bouts too.

My #76 turned out to be a great number; it gave me some time to absorb the commotion and get seen before noon. Auditions were fairly brief, but even at a few minutes each you can imagine how long it would take to get through 300+ people. The audition itself was incredibly fun. I showed them my victory dance, shout out, and fielded a couple of questions. I even got to bust out my nerd voice, which totally got us all laughing. It was an amazing experience all around.

There were so many awesome people that I feel I should shamelessly plug some of their videos.

  • Ennis Esmer is a comedic genius and I can’t believe I forgot he was in Billable Hours
  • Bowser’s real name is Steve
  • From what I heard, this guy had the best of the Old Spice style video
  • Sonicbolt was lucky number 1!
  • The Athletic Diabetic had a really cool jersey
  • El Raptor crapped an egg during the costume contest


Aside from all of the fun and games there were decorated athletes (national arm wrestling champ!), people with inspiring stories, and the obsessively committed (from shaving body hair into words to getting a Wipeout Canada tattoo). Wipeout Canada is going to be a great show, make sure you tune in. Of course it will be an exceptionally outstanding show if I’m on it.

You pal,


My Wipeout Adventure – Application

Those who have talked television with me have probably heard that I consider Wipeout to be the greatest and best show in the history of TV, ever. That is not a hyperbole either, I truly mean it. Yes, I also had to look up the definition of hyperbole to make sure it meant what I thought it meant. So naturally I literally pooped my pants when I heard that there was a Canadian version in the works. Wait, I think that should have been figuratively. Or maybe metaphorically. That’s it, I am done with big words. I was double plus excited and decided immediately that I needed to try to get on the show.

The first step was filling out a fairly lengthy application, which included a couple of photos and optionally a video. Obviously, I thought that the video was pretty much mandatory (although Future Steve would later find out the video was optional). Many people might have started with the application but seeing as one of my trademarked catchphrases is “Reading is for chumps”, I decided to start with the video.

I recruited a film crew, that may have been a little two eager to pelt me with projectiles, and set forth producing the most important movie of my life July 2010. Braving physical harm, e. coli, and several children in pirate costumes, we managed to get the footage needed for me to cut together an amazing video.

Youtube, I swear you had a real person pick the still frame for the video preview.

With the video in the can, it was time to fill out the actual application. They probably could have saved themselves some reading if they just asked “Are you Steve?”. Instead they asked things like "If you were a food, what would you be?”, “What would your friends say is the worst thing about you?”, and “How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?”. Ok, so the last one was not on the application but I would have included it if I wrote chose the questions.

Apparently, my awesomeness shone through because I was called back for an in-person audition. This of course lead to an impromptu road trip, which is probably the best kind of road trip. In your case, any road trip is the best but that would mean you need a car and friends, which you don’t have (It’s a new Google Analytics stat). The audition turned out to be much more epic than I could have imagined and trust me, I can imagine some pretty epic stuff.

one_climb The original plan for Batman Begins never did gather much momentum.

Your pal,


Fame, Fortune, and Steve … less the fortune

I got my first taste of celebrity today, which is to say I received recognition for not really doing anything… yet. I know this may come as a shock to you, being that I am Steve (of Steveblog fame) but even though you spend half your day re-reading my posts looking for secret meaning in the vain hope of a satisfying conclusion, the reality is that it is pretty much only you who does that. You happen to be so obsessed that you probably would not even call me out for writing such a horrible run-on sentence. Just kidding, I always toss in pseudo-scientific subtext intentionally and will not swap it out for some hokey dokey “just believe” mumbo jumbo.

Anyhoo, back to me being important and special. I applied to be a participant on a very popular and amazing TV show. My success so far is that I have a callback for an audition in person. The TV show in question is irrelevant (for now, only because my application deserves a post of its own). My point is that merely having a callback has turned me into such a minor celebrity that even people I don’t know have been impressed. I learned two very valuable lessons from this that I thought I would share with you. Not because you will ever be recognized, which you won’t, but more that I like the sound of my interior monologue.

Firstly, it taught me the important lesson that even the coolest cat on the internet is a dweeb. Well, except for maybe lolcats because they’re so cute. It takes such a marginal amount of connection to television to impress people but an immense amount of e-cred. Wow, even I feel dirty saying e-cred.

More importantly however, I learned that fame does not have to change who you are…. dweeb! Obviously fame changes you. There is a reason why other people care more about your frivolous actions than theirs, and that is because you are more important. Once again, the you here is not actually referring to you, but actually to me in a manner that makes you (that one is you) feel like part of the team. Congrats, skippy, you get to warm the bench!

Your pal,


PS The hokey dokey stuff was referencing Lost. Or was it…