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It takes two to make a quiz go riiiigghht! It takes two to make it outta sight.
Was I almost beaten by a quiz tonight? I was. Two teams. That's what I was rolling with at Scruffy Murphy's tonight. Why? What great, epic event was happening in Denver? I searched and searched by brain for a reason when it dawned on me that word had gotten out that I was unable to drink during this week's quiz. Somehow, the masses were made aware of my antibotic use and knew, if they were going to miss any quiz this summer, this was the one. My people can sense when their leader, oops, quizmaster isn't at her best and that, my friends, is when the glass is empty. So, I was, as predicted by the populace, a little meh.
We got through it though, by God. Me and my little troopers tore that quiz a new asshole. After last week's film/literary hell mash-up, I found this quiz to be tame. I mean, Led Zepplin's "Black Dog" was in the first audio round. Who doesn't know that fucking song??!! Was no one else subjected to an awkward make-out session in Jeremy Lawrence's black-lit basement where Zep was the only band allowed to rock? No? You're lying. How about a question involving the crash of a helicopter due to an onslaught of arrows? Duh. Rambo. James Bond certainly didn't bother with bows and arrows unless it was to do some weird English stuff like polo or releasing hounds or whatever.
Okay, now to the real meat and potatoes of the quiz. What the fuck went wrong on Pokemon???!!!! One episode brought 685 children to a state of mad seizures? Didn't anyone screen that shit before it went on television? Isn't that what producers do because, if not, I have no idea what producers do. This just blew my mind. I know there was that Simpson episode about Japanese cartoons but I didn't think it could actually happen. How the shit did this happen?? I never understood why people were into that creepy stuff before and I still don't. I still don't.
Oh, and also, people did not like me making fun of Blue Oyster Cult. And Edwin McCain's only legacy is that, as long as American Idol is on television, some fat kid will emphatically over-sing his hit song, "I'll Be."
For some reason, my computer won't let me comment on the photos. So, I'll tell you a little about each team. The Pour Habit, part punk rock lead singer part really stoked fan dudes and one pin-up-y girl. And, the team with all the plaid, that was the Pink Panty Shakers. They cheered when I said the name of Round 6 then felt like dicks because they thought it was a round on Lady Gaga not birth defects. That was awesome. The American Dream, well, they were a little pokey poke. Good people but really, really agonizing over their answers. They won so maybe I'm the dummy?