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I knew I should drink more before quiz. I had some whiskey (a.k.a. 'humour potion') before it started, and I think it paid off. I felt energized and funny.
Do you agree? [ Y | N ]
Actually, I give zero fucks about your answer. Didn't I mention that I'm the Quizmaster with all the power? All the fucks? I am. I'm riding high on my horse post vacation, mainly because I was riding a horse through the desert for a week. That is a lie. There was no horse. There was a car. There was a desert though and a nuclear test facility. I brought a laser home.
After going through the quiz I noticed that Nico Bellic was being listed as a Russian on our visual round. I decided the first geek to point this out to me would get a free drink on my tab. I was impressed when someone pointed it out before I even started. Well done, Eli. Well done.
I enjoyed the Round 1 Haikus, except for when a team contested the Alien one, because we didn't mention the cat. Go fuck yourself. This is no Hispaniola moment.
Jesus, that was some good music in round two, wasn't it? Everyone enjoyed the Good News but so sorry for the teams that were off on Jenny's phone number by a digit or two. This is why I have it saved in my phone, so I can text Jenny. For nudes pix.
Thanks to Kim Kardashian's sanctity of marriage, round three was the easiest round to grade. This is the holy state of matrimony that we need to defend from things like the gays and Mexicans.
Do people really not know what a palindrome is? Thing like 'Redder' and 'Madam in Eden, Im Adam'? For shame, folks, for shame.
All of this ridiculousness ended in the Firework Tiebreaker, in which the tied teams had to set off a small firework provided by me. For $25, Eli will pop off in a second.
I would do it for free.
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It's one thing to be asked to cover for a quizmaster. We all have our own styles and quirks, and the crowds that thusly follow us are accustomed to pretty specific expectations. It's another thing to be asked to fill the shoes of someone who never takes a week off and carries a cult of personality eclipsed only by his chops. So stepping in for Jon Pio was both a rare honor and a fear-inducing experience. I'd say I lost sleep, but when you're unemployed and can sleep in until you damn well feel like it, it doesn't really matter how long (or how many beers) it took you to fall asleep - you'll still get your 8 hours in by virtue of "fuck it, I don't have to be anywhere until 7 tonight."
So tonight's quiz was approached with trepidation, but also the confidence of someone who can spell narcissism backed by eight solid rounds of pub quiz entertainment. After all, you aren't here to see me - you're here to feel smart (and hopefully win some free beer in the process). It's just a virtue of my job that you have to see me no matter what, and as far as I'm concerned that's a privilege you gladly paid for.
With the typical strong showing at The Ballard Loft we cruised through eight rounds of quiz with nary a complaint, and even a couple of compliments on the cut of my jeans and my awesome "It's a Trap" Admiral Ackbar T-Shirt. By the time the dust settled on the Random Knowledge Round, we had clear first and second place winners in Spooky Tuna ($50 to The Loft) and Where the FUCK is Our Quizmaster [I was right there all night...] ($25 to The Loft), with a tie for third ($10 prize) between Nerdy Deedles and Where the Wild Things Aren't. After a PAC-12 tiebreaker separated the winners from the losers, it was Nerdy Deedles taking home the prize.
Thanks to everyone who came out tonight - I hope you had as much fun as I did. Your regularly scheduled quizmaster will be back next week... But hopefully I'll be back to spend another Tuesday with you. Until next time!
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I think I'm a better host when I've had a bunch of booze in me. I stopped drinking for the quiz because … well I'm not actually sure why. I should start again. Let's call it an experiment. Let's call it science.
I think if I were to drink more I would have definitely been a lot more vicious to the guy that shouted out an answer to the first question. I mean, really, are there quiz nights out there where you just shout answers out? Are they just people havin' fun at a bar? How can this be legitimately competitive? Anyway, I appreciate that your babysitter apologized and got an answer sheet so you could actually participate correctly.
Anyway, back to booze. I should drink more of it; generally because we had an entire round on clowns last night. I am among, what I hope, is the majority of humans in finding clowns terrifying. I do not think I've ever laughed at a clown. I've definitely thought: "oh-Gods-please-don't-come-over-here-please-don't-touch-me" again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
In conclusion, I should drink more and all of you should try and touch me less. You are infected.