Well, that’d be one way to make the cat-hair blend in…
Somehow all I can picture are houses decorated in Studio 54 leopard print.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it’s breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
OK so I guess I suck at this. Oooh maybe draw a picture of Sean Connery with the words 'Suck it Trebeck!" underneath it.
And then he pulled it out of his pocket and proved it!
473 socks would be good – leave people wondering about the odd number. Or just say he lost interest after 473 and left that poor last one mateless.
I’ve had the same revelation. (Also being currently unemployed, I’m disinclined to try out, right now, too.)
I can probably get a couple days (2, maybe 3) worth out of the fact I was on my high school’s Reach team.
For non-Canadians, Reach is an academic competition, pitting teams of four high school students against each other (split into two divisions: junior - grades 9 and 10 - and senior - 11, 12, and OAC, when I was in it, just 11 and 12, now)…the Senior national (and possibly provincial, I can’t remember, offhand) competitions are (or were) televised as Reach For The Top. For several years, RftT was hosted by… Alex Trebek!
So, yeah, I could probably get a couple days just from the Alex connection - day one, the fact I was on the Reach team, and thus have a connection to Alex. This would probably lead to discussing our success rate (which was damn good, though we never got on TV), day 2, probably discuss my stupidest mistakes (such as saying ‘gynecology’ instead of ‘gerontology’)…day 3, perhaps the fact that the only year in my Senior tenure we didn’t take second place was the year I had to miss the finals because I was also in the school play. (It was all my fault!!! ;_; )
So…3 days from one little factoid. Sounds good to me.
And, hey, they’ve had people whose ‘interesting facts’ are playing WoW, and having a pretty massive comic collection…
Now, jayjay, you’re not so freakin’ boring, you’re just kinda freakin’ boring.
Seriously. Once the exchange went something like this:
Trebek: So you often appear to be a woman at airports?
Male Contestant: Yes. My first name is Robert and my middle initial is A, so often, my name is printed as ROBERTA.
Trebek: Oh.
Cool story, Jeopardy contestant!
Can’t confirm it? You underestimate the thoroughness of the Jeopardy Quality Inspection Team.