The first one was so much fun, I decided to make a series out of these ungooglable trivia questions. (Don't mind the fact that I numbered the first one. That was a fluke.) The first question was cheap; I didn't even bother to watch the movie to verify the correct answer. This one's definite.
Name the last thing Bob puts in his mouth before he says, "Hello, I'm Bob. Would you knock me out please? Just hit me in the face."
It's been pretty impersonal around here for a while. Let's switch it up for a post or two.
I'm not much of an exhibitionist. Perhaps this explains my reluctance to post the private details of my personal life. There could be a more interesting explanation, however. Here is an abbreviated list of possible factors:
Prudence is supposed to be a virtue, right? The word's meaning is not as simple as that of its homonym, "prude." In my list it implies doing the right thing at the right time and place. As an online professional, I use my real name most of the time. When I use my handle, skeltoac, it is merely shorthand and not an alternate identity. I don't have a different handle for airing my dirty laundry because the internet is where I work. Prudence dictates that you don't bring your laundry to work unless you work at a laundromat.
My thought train circles prudence for a moment and then escapes on the first logical sidetrack, a tangental orbit with identical energy but opposite spin: shame. Shame could be a virtue if you're a Puritan but I see most forms of shame as weakness, if not vice. (The following is a logical fallacy performed by a professional driver on a closed track; do not attempt this at home.) If I'm ashamed of something after the act or fact, I must be suffering from an insufficiency of excuses for my behavior. I must have known better and gone ahead with it anyway. To knowingly do something against my own mores and possibly contrary to my own survival would be insane. Isn't shame a mechanism to attain toward greater survival by suppressing self-destructive behavior?
I have a personal life and there are things I don't blog about. That does not mean I'm ashamed of anything I've done. It could mean that I'd be ashamed to disclose the private details of my life in the very place where I work. What sane person wouldn't? The act of disclosing a good act can be a bad act. Shame reveals its true nature as the second face of prudence.
My short list ends with a curious item. Why didn't I write "not interesting" or "not interested?" I have plenty of ways to be interesting, to attract the interest of others online as well as offline. I am interested in myself, my improvement and expansion as a person, my personal quests to hit the top and bottom of experience in life. I wrote "disinterest in self." That phrase didn't come out of a deep inspection of myself; it just sort of appeared there. Perhaps it would be better stated as "aversion to self-inspection."
Train wrecks and rainbows are captivating when seen from a distance while from within they are nothing to behold.
Every time I post a trivia question I curse Google. Now, it will be my aim to discover trivia questions that are not answered in the first page of results for any obvious searches. The challenge to me is that I won't check first. I'll just post them here and let you tell me how you found the answer, or if you knew it already. Here is the first attempt:
How many joints are smoked in the movie Half Baked?
My neighbor had a wild party last night. There were people dancing on the lawn, drinking beer from kegs and playing music loud enough to wake the dead. At midnight the cops showed up and fined them for a noise violation. It was in the paper this morning.
Someone came to my door just now. It was an RIAA lawyer. She had read the paper this morning and seen the party in the police notices. She was interested in the songs played at the party. She was collecting performance fees.
I'm throwing away my radio now.
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Donncha was so quick to get the last one! He’s asleep right now (in Ireland, on Greenwich time) so here’s a head start for anybody else to get this one before he wakes up.
It’s too bad she won’t live. But then again, who does?
What movie?