Last night's trivia was a trip. Let me tell you. Nice crowd, good energy and WOAH some high scores.
There are apparently some people out there who still remember every member of G-Unit.
If you really want to get the full experience, by the way, I recommend you listen to the songs under the questions as you work. If you're not done by the time the songs are done, FAILURE! EXILE!
Daya, Hide Away
Meat Puppets, Backwater
Thin Lizzy, Jailbreak
2.2 SUPER SECRET BONUS ROUND
Per usual these questions fit a theme. What is that theme?
Wallflowers, One Headlight
The Weeknd In The Night
Steve N Seagulls Thunderstruck
Stay tuned for the answers, after THESE MESSAGES!
"So I was on my way to work and I was trying to drink my Starbucks and do my makeup and talk to my girlfriend all while on the train and I kept dropping my phone in my triple-sweet extra-hot nonfat Chai Latte, but like we were having this really important convo about the guy she's been talking to and how like they like to netflix and chill and stuff and junk but like neither of them is trying to do anything serious like a relationship-relationship right? I mean that's not crazy or anything they're just looking for like casual sex and companionship and help with their bills but like they don't want to be a couple or anything like that's too much, and like I kept getting chai in my hair and then my boss was a total dick about it when I asked if I could stop in at Forever 21 for maybe like a new blouse cause the old one had chai on it and really I needed to keep talking to my friend cause like I have my problems too right? Like the guy I'VE been talking to is TOTALLY talking to this other girl too and he says it's not serious but you KNOW that he's not telling me the truth cause I'VE been talking to this other guy too just in case you know? So like I know what it looks like and I TOTALLY needed the time to get my shirt and talk to my girl but like my boss was–"
SCREEEEEEECAAAAW *flap flap flap* SCREEEEEEEEEEE *flap smack crunch* Omigod get it off of her oh god her face Jesus Christ SCREEEEEEEAAAAW *flap flap flap* Screeeeeeeeeeeeee *flap flap*
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Pardon the ugly link. I'm writing this post in a foreign house in a foreign environment, because it is the Holidays and I have spent the night with Friends.
I can hear the coffee machine, so clearly these people are not savages. But I locked my door and sprinkled salt on the windowsills just in case.
Anyway, I'm posting from my phone. Dogshit technology. Truly amazing, harrumph snort, but still, idiotic in its own right. Damnable thing won't let me embed the link! Ah well. I'll make pretty later.
My book is available. I'll speak more of it later, play it up, point out its positive elements (it's fun) and downplay its flaws. (If you shove it down a person's throat they could choke.)
But for right now, I'll say this.
It's taken six years to get here, and here is amorphous.
I make twenty grand a year if I'm lucky.
I've been stuck in Ithaca since college, because, again, I've made maybe a hundred grand in that time. Before taxes.
I won't say something stupid like "but it's all been worth it," because I'm weaning myself off insipid comments. This has been a hard road. I've alienated people, burnt out relationships, I've found myself stuck in a moment when I needed for my very SOUL to be mobile, and I've learned to make living lean an art.
It isn't worth it. Not yet. But for the first time, I see that I might have made the right choice. When I can put out a book with drafts of two sequels written. When I find myself rewriting a published novel, exhaustively, because I know I should, and it doesn't meet my standard yet, but I also know I can't waste time on an old project. When I find myself hurrying, but still writing well.
I see, in those and moments similar, that I may have made the right choice. That I may have some business doing this. I see, now, that this hasn't been worth it, but that soon it will be.
The best feeling, some times, is not ecstasy. Sometimes the best feeling is calm. After six years, I'm calm about been a writer.
Time to get freaked out and write some more.
thank the maker
You ever think about the fact that when C-3PO says 'thank the maker,' he's acknowledging droid monotheism?
You think about the most wonderful things whilst occupied with the post thanksgiving porcelain throne.
Amelie wondered how many people are having orgasms right now. (Cans!) I wonder how many people are falling asleep mid-shit right now.
Theoretically if you were to chart such a thing you might see a western wave of mid-shit nap takers, thanks to the time difference from the east to west coasters. So while Aunt Mildred is castigating you for your ill bathroom manners in Providence, you're falling asleep on the toilet in the master bath is Minneapolis, and just about to sit down to dinner in Portland. Except it's the turkey poops in Providence, the sausage shits in Minneapolis, and the tofu regrets in Portland. Also, if you can manage to be in RI, MN and OR at the same time, I'd like to have a chat with you regarding a moneymaking venture. Call me.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. I like holidays, but there's a hangover after Halloween and New Years, and Christmas and Valentine's Day are too full of self-comparison heartache. Who needs to wonder what kind of oral the guy next door got from Valentine's Claus? (I have a shaky understanding of holidays.)
But thanksgiving, an acknowledgment of the joy of being alive, and of the necessity of gratitude, I like that. And I like to feed my people. And to be fed, and to drink, these are simple, fundamental pleasures. The framework of the tradition doesn't demand that my family for a specific mold. I don't have to do this holiday any way but the way I want. That's a holiday I can respect, because it's a holiday that respects me.
Happy thanksgiving folks. Be happy and be grateful.
Fun crowd, last night. Lots of teams, good turnout. Hopefully Rulloff's made theirs, I feel a mite guilty when they shell out a hundred bucks for me to lead one of three teams to a fifty dollar gift certificate. Last night had twelve, I believe, and a few extra splinter teams that only played the bonus rounds for beer. God bless 'em.
2.2 SUPER SECRET BONUS ROUND
There's a theme linking all of these answers. Can you tell me what it is?
Answers after the break.
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You've been together a long time.
You've grown close.
And formed a bond.
But life won't last forever.
Isn't it time you made sure they're cared for...after you're gone?
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I write these trivia games to infuriate and confuse students at an Ivy League university.
Protip: Just because you got into an Ivy League school, doesn't mean you're smart.
Try your might!
Oh, by the way, this is the first time I'm posting one of these, so this is quiz is a week old. In the future, I'll post Sunday's quiz on Monday.
2.2 SUPER SECRET BONUS ROUND: The answers to these five questions fit a theme! Can you tell me what that theme is? Most people could, with this one. You're smarter than most people, aren't you?
The unkempt thoughts of Benjamin Mumford-Zisk