Quizzy / Terroristy
For the past two weeks now, me and my housemates have tried to reinstate an old tradition. Last year we went to Quiz Night on Tuesdays almost every week for a whole semester. Then we got fed up of losing. But now we've decided to start going again.
The results are not too bad. First week we got 47/60, six points away from the winner. But yesterday we got just 38/60, with the winners getting 50. The questions were harder, but we were also a couple of people down. In any case, it's remarkable how the answer to "what F is the brand name of a kitchen resin work surface" only comes to me in the split second before the answer is going to be read out. Of course, it's Formica. That would have given us the 39/60 that one of my friends predicted we were going to get.
I like quizzes. I like to think I have a pretty good general knowledge. That is usually borne out as I come up with a lot of the answers, but when it comes to questions on popular culture, and sometimes popular music, I invariably don't have a clue. It's a pretty damning indictment of the fact that I don't really care about what's going on in the world of entertainment. But I reckon that that's a good thing. If its only value to me is in winning a quiz every Tuesday, then I think it's well worth skipping. Or maybe that's just the sour grapes talking.
Today is Dull Wednesday. Wednesdays are dull because they are full of unexciting lectures and tutorials that I will have to go to in a few moments. But the reward for getting through today will be a long weekend. I have Thursday and Friday off again. Which is very nice indeed.
Last night I had a weird dream about some terrorists alert happening on a train I was on. Yet, somehow, there were no terrorists on the train. We were just on alert. So we were boarded by armed response units... and the next minute I'm talking to these people who tell me that it is probably their fault as they have five tea bags on them, and tea bags are not allowed through customs when we arrive at the end of our train journey. I don't know where we were going to.
So I seized the initiative. And the tea bags. Everyone was told to sit down and put on two seat belts (?)... and we continued the journey. When we arrived at the destination, I walked through the "Anything to Declare?" red zone of customs, and handed over five tea bags.
Then I woke up, thoroughly perplexed.
The results are not too bad. First week we got 47/60, six points away from the winner. But yesterday we got just 38/60, with the winners getting 50. The questions were harder, but we were also a couple of people down. In any case, it's remarkable how the answer to "what F is the brand name of a kitchen resin work surface" only comes to me in the split second before the answer is going to be read out. Of course, it's Formica. That would have given us the 39/60 that one of my friends predicted we were going to get.
I like quizzes. I like to think I have a pretty good general knowledge. That is usually borne out as I come up with a lot of the answers, but when it comes to questions on popular culture, and sometimes popular music, I invariably don't have a clue. It's a pretty damning indictment of the fact that I don't really care about what's going on in the world of entertainment. But I reckon that that's a good thing. If its only value to me is in winning a quiz every Tuesday, then I think it's well worth skipping. Or maybe that's just the sour grapes talking.
Today is Dull Wednesday. Wednesdays are dull because they are full of unexciting lectures and tutorials that I will have to go to in a few moments. But the reward for getting through today will be a long weekend. I have Thursday and Friday off again. Which is very nice indeed.
Last night I had a weird dream about some terrorists alert happening on a train I was on. Yet, somehow, there were no terrorists on the train. We were just on alert. So we were boarded by armed response units... and the next minute I'm talking to these people who tell me that it is probably their fault as they have five tea bags on them, and tea bags are not allowed through customs when we arrive at the end of our train journey. I don't know where we were going to.
So I seized the initiative. And the tea bags. Everyone was told to sit down and put on two seat belts (?)... and we continued the journey. When we arrived at the destination, I walked through the "Anything to Declare?" red zone of customs, and handed over five tea bags.
Then I woke up, thoroughly perplexed.
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