The positive mental attitude seems to be continuing to reap benefits as I took home another trivia win over the weekend. After having a tough first round (which included categories on flowers, spiders, and British slang, not exactly my strong suits) I made up a ton of ground in the second round when the categories were things like celebrity news and teen movies. Heck, there was a question on Yanni and I wrote about that last week. I (technically we as I had a teammate) took home first place by correctly answering that the second richest person in the world is the guy whose appearance on campus gave us an incredible reason to go out drinking on a Monday night, Warren Buffet.
However, I have to mention something about the nature of the competition. See, once a round you can challenge another team to answer a question and if they miss it you get double points but if they get it right they get double points. Well, in the second round one of the categories was Madonna lyrics and I was challenge repeatedly and unmercifully on the topic. Maybe half of the time I could identify the song but I sure as hell couldn’t fill in the lyric. This doesn’t bug me since a) it gives me pride that my musical knowledge does not extend to Madonna and b) I have done a lot of embarrassing things in a crowded bar but detailing knowledge of Madonna lyrics is certainly not one of them.
I would like to talk about the new episode of Family Guy here but I can’t because it was constantly being preempted by storm warnings like every other program has been all day. (Ok, I did catch that they made a Great Space Coaster reference, which I wrote about, what, a year ago. Seth MacFarlane should just add me to the writing staff.) Back to the storms, there have just been a bunch of storms running through town and spawning the occasional tornado. Since moving out here I’ve come to the realization that since this is Kansas (or at least spitting distance to Kansas) and tornadoes should be taken really seriously. This still causes me some difficulty.
First of all the weather people advise me to go to my “safe place.” As a general rule, I really don’t need the guy in the bad suit giving me the exact same advice that my therapist does. Plus, my safe place is typically a bar so that might not exactly be the best location to place myself in. Anyway, the official rules are that I should go to the basement. That’s another slight problem since I live in an apartment. Oh, and the building doesn’t have a basement in the first place. This makes heading to the bar seem like a more logical choice. Finally, we had a ton of hail in town, which meant that we had to breakout the unofficial hail measuring system of using whatever sports reference that is available. It is one of those oddly accepted institutions that hail is either golf ball sized or baseball sized or in that rare instance, racquet ball sized. No one can explain why, it’s like explaining why a group of crows is called a murder or a bunch of rooks is called a parliament.
(Luckily, the weather cleared up for the release of the NCAA brackets. Duke’s got a pretty decent road, though it will all depend on whether or not they have any legs left. Illinois got screwed down to a four seed and a run in with Connecticut looming. I’ll give my analysis later in the week.)
The five random CDs for the week:
1) The Neville Brothers “All My Relations”
2) The New Pornographers “Twin Cinema”
3) Soul Asylum “Grave Dancers Union”
4) Keb’ Mo’ “Just Like You”
5) Sheryl Crow “Tuesday Night Music Club”
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