Rules? Where we're going, we don't *need* rules.

Google is to trivia as the pocket calculator is to arithmetic.

Well, I'm sure this is wrong, as I wouldn't call it indispensable, but I'll guess safety pin.

There. I guessed. Now I'm free to cheat.

"Indispensable" is, of course, a relative term. I think of ours as indispensable, although plenty of people get by without one.

Of course all discussion of "rules" is silly -- I just don't want anyone new to this to imagine that this is a search-engine race.

Maybe a washing machine? There isn't an inventor stored in my brain for that.

Is this what all the quiz kids do in their spare time? Where's Scotter and James?

I'm going to call this one, folks. Art Stukas gets a half-credit for "washing machine" -- the answer is the dishwasher.

Next week: a better question that won't be met with such echoing silence.

Hey Art.

You know, we have a strong line of Quiz Kids visiting here: boxjam begat Scott, Scott begat BT, BT begat James.

BTW, I always seem to catch the trivia questions a day late. I think I took "beneath you" too literally. I was going to guess bloomers.

Sometimes I don't remember my URL.

But where is Scott, anyway?

For those of you from outside the teensy circle of former staff-members of WCWM-FM, a microclan who exert influence on world events in inverse proportion to their visibility to the media, "Count" James speaks of the venerable institution of Quiz Kid, a colonial radio pastime which, having been instituted by a pair of drunken Tidewater freemasons in 1741 (more than a century prior to the invention of the medium which made it actually practicable), has ruled the consciousness of all within the powerful transmitting facilities of the aforementioned broadcasting institution; and encourages, among its hereditary practicioners (see above), the habit of offering worthless prizes to those who deign to answer less-than-compelling trivia questions.

In short, once a game show host, always a game show host.

Scott's around.

He's living in Takoma Park, MD, being all vegan.

He has befriended a former child star (the kid on 'Mama's Family').

And he plays soccer and speaks Spanish a lot.

I also poker in that group. Scott is well and, may I add, married and a girl's soccer coach in his spare time. He works for a radical vegan group that seeks world domination by means of waiting for all the meat eaters to fall from attacks of the heart.

Now I'm wondering if I am spicing up my prose b/c of BT. I should write more short sentences. There. Has anyone else felt the Wombat challenging their typical jibber-jabber?

Um, here I am. Tip o' the mouse to Boxjam for letting me know why my ears were burning. I'm glad he reached me when he did -- it'll take weeks to scrape all the eczema creme as it is.

Good to see you, Scott. Make yourself to home. I'm afraid we're out of beer, but I think there's a couple of cans of Fanta in fridge.

We do indeed suspect Bill's efforts have infiltrated our own construction of word streams.

I will do my own level best to increase your usage of the semi-colon; it is my favorite punctuation mark.

I hadn't realized how much and how deeply I was keening for a time-wasting space equivalent to the old radio station lobby, which I'm sure by now has been replaced by a microchip.

I only hope that virtual nerf footballs are still bouncing off of virtual virtual Jonathan Kajekis (sp?) lunches. Virtually, of course.

Yes, Scott; there is room on the virtual couch o' doom next to Hair Doug.

Apologies to everyone but the 5 people who understand what I mean.

now I feel really old (but thanks for the memories). please take a moment to remember dear pung who passed away this week.

**being silent, thinking**