WEEK 5 (Dec.) & WEEK 1 (Jan.) (1/7/09)
Sorry for the lack of updates recently, but I took the concept of "winter break" very literally over the last two weeks, barely budging off the couch except to refill my highball glass and perform (very) basic minimal hygiene maintenance. But it's back to work now, and a new year and a new season of Bar Trivia is upon us. Our December season ended somewhat anticlimactically. Jeannie was sick in bed at home, and Gilly was still on her holiday visit to New York. Mike's neighbor Nelson was kind enough to fill in, but as good (and smart) a guy as he is, there is no re-creating the chemistry of a team. How many people ponied up to see The Cars perform a few years back with Todd Rundgren instead of Ric Ocasek? How many rushed out to buy the recent Queen record with Paul Rodgers replacing Freddie Mercury? Damn few, I tells ya, because the magic is diminished. (Don't get me started on that Filipino guy singing for Journey.) The point is, three or four of us are good enough for a top 5 finish, but it takes all six of us to come in first. The last game of the December season saw us limp to the finish line in fourth place for the night. It was another theme night, with all the questions based on events that happened in 2008. Gilly is our main current events person, and with her gone, the rest of us stared stupidly at each other like a group of bleary-eyed badgers recently awakened from a year-long hibernation. All of us had paid next to no attention to major news stories of the past year. We knew the buzzwords like "bailout," "Angelina Jolie," and "Gaza," but we couldn't really put them together. Luckily, we had enough of a points cushion built up that we won the Finlandia Cup for the fourth month in a row. FOUR-PEAT! A $100 Bella Bru gift card ensured a helluva feast for the first week of the January season, when we were back to firing on all cylinders. January kicked off in style with a win for team Idle Time. Old hat, you may think, but both Shelby Drink Your Juice and Suburban Underground are dangerous opponents, and it does not pay to get cocky this early. Our only real stumbling block was the very last question: According to People magazine who was the "most talked about" celebrity of 2008? First of all, how do they measure what people are "talking about"? I don't know about you, but the idea of People magazine placing Mossad-style listening devices around the nation's watercoolers makes my blood run cold. Team Idle Time was torn asunder. Some were for Jennifer Aniston. Some (myself included) were for Britney Spears. Debate raged. We were one of the last teams to turn in their answer sheet. Aniston was a good answer, because there is no one People magazine loves more. They should change their name to People, Especially A Certain Person Named Jennifer Aniston. But "most talked about"? It had to be Spears. Despite her high profile, who really talks about Aniston? Mostly soccer moms (who still try to sport a "Rachel" hairdo) and middle-aged morning zoo DJs. But Britney...she cuts across all levels of society. Everyone from gutter whores to CEOs has a thought or opnion on America's Favorite Retard. Jeannie is our Official Recorder. She holds the pen and the answer sheet. When we reach an unbreakable impasse, the final call is hers. She put Jennifer Aniston. Which it was. NOT! Ms. Spears was, indeed, the most talked about person of 2008. Heavy is the hand that bears the pen, Jeannie. I was glad I didn't have to make the final call. POINTS STANDINGS AFTER WEEK 1: 1. Idle Time 29 2. Suburban Underground 28 3. Thanks For The Clap 27 4. Brown-Chicken-Brown-Cow 26 5. Shelby Drink Your Juice 25 6. Tranny Fiercest 25 7. Perverse & Often Baffling 24 8. We Should Be Cleaning 24 9. Team Awesome 23 (About a half-dozen other teams played, but are far out of the running right now) --MI WEEK 4 -- HO-HO-HOLIDAY TRIVIA AND APOLOGIES TO RON KARENGA (12/23/08) This week's round of trivia was an especially festive event, coming on the heels of the Scoring Summit, the raison d'etre of the Institute of Idle Time. At 6:00 P.M. Pacific Standard Time, we gathered arounf the DiGino hearth and revealed our scores for the Best Albums of 08 (the fallout of which is still being felt even as I write -- expect an interesting list & compilation come Janurary!), and by 7:30 we were all seated snugly at Bella Bru for a round of Christmas-themed trivia. Christmas-themed trivia, of course, played directly into our hands as I consider myself somewhat of an authority on the holiday. The closest we came to a misstep was when I almost put "Kwanzaa" down for a holiday made up by a Harvard professor in the 1966 and gained widespread popularity after 1997. I was set straight by the rest of the team. The answer was, of course, "Festivus". Both owe their origins to a professor, and both were born in 1966, but the key difference was that Festivus gained widespread popularity after it was featured on a Seinfeld episode, and Kwanzaa has yet to gain any popularity beyond pretentious cultural studies majors and public school teachers anxious to appear all-inclusive. Needless to say, we won last night, and we're looking good for taking the season yet again. I should also point out that I mischaracterized opponents Shelby Drink Your Juice in my Week 2 write-up. I was looking at the wrong team. We altered our seating arrangement slightly last night, and found ourselves right across from the real Shelby Drink Your Juice. They appear in all aspects to be a very agreeable group, captained by a fellow who is a dead ringer for the closeted gay guy on Mad Men, and we exchanged pleasantries. Speaking of exchanges, our official Trivia Team Secret Santa Gift Exchange took place. I was guilty of being the lone jackass bearing a gift card when everyone else came with exquisitely wrapped parcels, but 25 clams toward a purchase at Best Buy is nothing to sneeze at, and I don't think Will minded the rather plain presentation. What did I get? Let's just say I'm happy someone is concerned about my health, and provided me with some moving insight into it. The points standings after Week 4: 1. Idle Time 112 2. Shelby Drink Your Juice 107 3. Suburban Underground 106 4. Perverse & Often Baffling 101 (tie) Brown-Chicken-Brown Cows 101 (tie) --MI WEEK 3 -- LIVE BY THE MALLOMAR, DIE BY THE COMPTON (12/16/08) What cookie consists of chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers and is only made available by Nabisco from October to April? Well, my friends, it's the mallomar, which I had predicted, but just wasn't confident enough to slap down a doobie. We submitted the incorrect answer when the correct one was there to be taken. What southern California city has had fantastic success with its "Gifts For Guns" programs? Some at the table vocally supported the troubled L.A. suburb of Compton, but I insisted that Compton was not in and of itself an incorporated city, and insisted Los Angeles be written down on the answer sheet. Who rolls up on Dr. Dre and Co. and tries to corral them into the hooscow for smoking their marijuana cigarettes and other general ne'er-do-wellisms? Not the Compton PD, for there is no such organization! It is the LAPD, always. But Dre and his cronies are always vocalizing in their little "rap" numbers about the "city of Compton", their civic pride blinding them to zoning realities. But usage determines correctness, and if enough people say something enough times, it can become an actuality. Compton was the correct answer. The moral: Doctors, even those of the "Dre" variety, are usually right. And a whiff of scandal this week! A team of newcomers was discovered by Jeannie in the women's bathroom blatantly cheating, huddled en masse in the handicapped stall texting for all they were worth (which isn't much) and audibly discussing their treachery. Filthy cheaters were the reason we boycotted the trivia game over at Brew It Up. If this affected the outcome, it would have to be reported! Luckily, the three ladies in question (average age -- approximately 22) looked as though they didn't have the equivalent of one brain in working order amongst them, and we suspected that texting their equally dim-witted chums would not get them much in the way of correct answers. Hopefully, the combination of 1) Jeannie totally busting their sorry asses in the bathroom, and 2) the sad fact that they finished near the bottom of the pack despite their underhanded maneuvering will have their tails between their legs and make them re-consider trivia at Bella Bru. A festive round of Trouble (with the Pop-O-Matic dice shaker) and some Jell-O shooters would be more their speed. And oh, by the way, we fucked Shelby Drink Your Juice six ways to Sunday and picked their bones clean before they knew what hit them. We are now in the lead. The points standings after Week 3: 1. Idle Time 81 2. Shelby Drink Your Juice 79 3. Suburban Underground 78 4. Perverse & Often Baffling 74 This is who it's between. The others are slowly but surely falling by the wayside. --MI WEEK 2 (12/9/08) Although Idle Time had a poor showing on Week 1, we redeemed ourselves by snagging the win last night. Unfortunately, the difficulty level of the questions was on the low side, which means we were not able to gain much ground on the new trivia bad-asses, Shelby Drink Your Juice. I was able to size them up by the time-tested method of craning my neck and staring rudely at them for extended periods. They appear to be a group of all-male, well-fed, smug-looking recent college grads with all the oily confidence of a crew used to dominating trivia games and pontificating on college-y type things like sports and Monty Python. Worthy opponents, and we can't afford any more mulligans if we expect to overtake them. Luckily, our wheelhouse was a clean, well-lighted place last night, with everyone pitching in and group harmony at a high. Your Humble Narrator did the unscrambling of the anagram (SAT RATTLING AT SEA into STARGATE: ATLANTIS), there was lots of sketching maps of Europe from memory to determine that the body of water between Italy and the Balkan Peninsula was, in fact, the Adriatic Sea, and a little bit of debate over whether the voice we were hearing on Rock and Roll Recall was Britney Spears or Pink. (We were all wrong. It was Ashlee Simpson. One of us has to volunteer to take a bullet for the team and begin listening to horrid, horrid music if we want to go 5 for 5 on that part of the game.) We gained a point on the leaders, catapulted into second place, and a splendid time was had by all. The points standings after Week 2: 1. Shelby Drink Your Juice 56 2. Idle Time 54 3. Suburban Underground 53 4. Mistletoe Gang 52 5. Brown-Chicken-Brown Cows 52 6. Perverse & Often Baffling 49 7. Hung Like Mistletoe 49 8. The Duncecaps 49 9. G-Unit 44 10. Team Awesome 43 --MI SEASON 4 -- START ME UP! (12/2/08) The first round of the December season began Monday, December 1st, and it was not a very auspicious start. We stumbled right out of the gate by failing to come up with the last name of "Alan" and "Charlie" from the puerile sitcom Two And A Half Men, which airs on a pretty much constant loop on Fox 40, eating up airtime that could be used on reruns of worthier sitcoms, like Too Close For Comfort (that Monroe was such a card!), or One Day At A Time (Bonnie Franklin -- rowr!! And that Schneider? A card!). The quizmaster appears to have discovered our weak spots (shitty TV, shitty 2000s-era pop music, celebutards, college sports, vital current events) and exploited them. One question threatened to tear the whole team asunder: What is the #2 selling British group in the U.S. after the Beatles? At first, it seemed easy -- the obvious choice was the Rolling Stones. But Will began the hallowed tradition of casting doubt. The devil's advocate. The Doubting Thomas. The dickhead. "I think it's Pink Floyd, guys," he said. "Dark Side Of The Moon has sold, like, 40 million copies." It wasn't long before he had convinced me. Ever since the late 1960s, the Rolling Stones sales pattern has been to release a new album, shoot to #1 or #2 on the charts for a week as the hardcore fans snap it up, and then fade until the next new album. They don't have the cachet with young stoners just getting into music, and thus, their back catalog remains pretty stagnant. Pink Floyd is considered "cool" by high schoolers and junior collegers making the simultaneous discovery of music made before 2002 and controlled substances. The fact that the Rolling Stones are approximately 1000 times better than Pink Floyd does not translate into continuous sales. The Rolling Stones are not cool. Mike then tossed in another possibility: Led Zeppelin, which he pointed out would have healthy sales for the same reasons as Pink Floyd (and are also about 1000 times better.) Mike's opinion was absolutely valid, but may have been subconsciously discredited by the rest of us because his knowledge of classic rock is pretty much nil. Or is it? Jeannie had almost won me back to the Stones camp by pointing out sales figures also count greatest hits albums (which always fly off the shelves when the Stones tour), but I couldn't ignore the sales behemoth Dark Side Of The Moon, which spent 741 consecutive weeks on the Billboard charts (over 14 years), and is owned by 1 in every 14 people under the age of 50 in the United States. Google it yourself if you don't believe me. Will and I called the very first Double Doobie -- Pink Floyd had to be the answer... ...but it wasn't. It was Led Zeppelin. Who very recently took over the #2 spot from...the Rolling Stones. So we finished fourth for the night. The points standings after Week 1: 1. Shelby Drink Your Juice 27 2. Mistletoe Gang 27 3. Suburban Underground 25 4. Idle Time 24 5. Perverse & Often Baffling 23 6. Hung Like Mistletoe 23 7. Brown-Chicken-Brown Cows 23 8 The Duncecaps 21 9. G-Unit 20 10. The Taco Stand Has Moved 19 Looks like it's going to be a close season. Which is just the way we like it. Three measly points out of first place. Striking distance, and we don't mind coming from behind. You can drive faster looking through the windshield than in the rearview mirror. --MI DOOBIE'S WHEELHOUSE (11/25/08) In a convivial, end-of-season atmosphere at Bella Bru Monday night, Team Idle Time was able to bring home the Finlandia Cup to its trophy shelf for the third time. (The Cup, like the shelf, is entirely notional.) We finished third place in Monday night’s game due to some skull-busting questions like “Who did Mike Tyson defeat to win the championship in 1986?” and “What are the full names of Prince William’s and Prince Harry’s girlfriends?” (We actually got one of those thanks to Gilly.) Despite our third-place finish last night, we had enough season points overall to snag the cup. Sherice unscrambled BURNABLE I NOTE to BEIRUT, LEBANON, and Will gave us one of his patented doobies. What’s a doobie, you ask? It’s when one team member is certain of the correct answer, the other team members do not agree and put down the consensus view, but the lone wolf's answer turns out correct. There are two strict rules for an answer to be an official doobie: 1) The one team member must not fight for his/her answer, but shrug it off and get more satisfaction out of being a martyr to his/her cause than getting it right. 2) It must be “called” in advance, before the quizmaster reveals the actual answer at the end of the game (e.g., “OK, f-sticks. Put what you want. That one’s my doobie. I’m calling it.”) The name derives from a Rock and Roll Recall question in our second or third game that Will correctly identified as the Doobie Brothers, which the rest of us put down as Bachman Turner Overdrive. Last night’s doobie came with the question “What is the largest city, by population, in the Caribbean?” and Will offered the obvious choice, Havana, Cuba. Jeannie and I, however, were inexplicably in love with the idea of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Any image I get of Puerto Rico is one of swarming masses of people, and any image I get of Havana is bars with wicker chairs, a lot of cement walls painted in pastel colors, and rusted Hungarian-made cars from the 1950s. So much for mental images. Anyway, it is the three-peat. The trifecta. The hat trick. The scoring starts anew on December 2. I don’t know if any team has taken home four consecutive Finlandia Cups, but we are going to do our damndest.
--MI WE KNOW HELLA SHIT (11/18/08)
On every other night, it’s just a typical suburban, slightly-overpriced bistro. But on Monday nights, it’s an Arena. A Field of Battle. Those few, those happy few, who walk through the doors of Bella Bru in Natomas and shed their (proverbial) blood on Monday nights are indeed, a Band of Brothers (I’m using Brothers in the modern, universal sense, so Sisters, count yourself included) there to joust and tilt in the spectacular modern tournament known as … … bar trivia. A fad in Britain (known as “pub quizzes,” how quaint) for some time, this phenomenon has recently spread across the pond and invaded alehouses and groggeries across our fruited plain. Let the unwashed masses have their karaoke nights in the more hygienically-suspect taverns, with their peanut-shelled floors and cold sore viruses floating in the air so thick you could swat them like mosquitoes. Bar trivia is for refined brain boxes with a sense of misplaced dignity, jaw-dropping amounts of previously useless knowledge, and a bit of chip on their shoulder. It was practically made for the Institute of Idle Time. The rules are simple: Each team (no more than six on a team, please!) gets an answer sheet, the quizmaster reads the questions aloud, and the team writes down their answers and turns it in to the quizmaster for scoring. Best score of the night wins a prize, and best average score over a season wins a “championship” prize. Shouting answers aloud is frowned upon, and immediately marks you as a loudmouthed popped-collar frat boy douche. Take your flip-flops and date rape drugs elsewhere, sir! This time last year, an embryonic Idle Time team came into being at Brew It Up in downtown Sacramento. We were consistently bested by what could generously be described as a gaggle of mouth-breathing inbred degenerates who called themselves the Beavers (insert your own joke here.) We couldn’t fathom how this group, who it seemed could barely dress themselves or eat solid food without gentle assistance, was coming out on top each and every time. It wasn’t long, though, before the pieces fell into place. A few bits of clever espionage revealed that The Beavers (forever after known as The Cheating Beavers) were ducking into the bathroom to consult their Blackberries, a practice strictly verboten, as I’m sure I don’t have to tell you. The quizmaster (or rather, the shadowy real quizmaster’s mouthpiece/representative) was a bit lax on enforcing the rules, preoccupied as he was with polishing his puka shells and making quite sure he mispronounced at least six words per game. After the Cheating Fucking Beavers took home the championship cup, Team Idle Time retired in disgust. Until this year at Bella Bru, a much better environment and more fun than a cigar-smoking chimp on a unicycle. Teams like Three Orange Whips, Obamanation, Fo’Shizzle My Quizzle, Suburban Underground, Recently Humbled, and the hilariously inappropriately-monikered Team Awesome do battle to see who knows the most. What is the tallest building in Sacramento? What U.S. president briefly served as president of Columbia University? Who won the MVP in the 2007 World Series? What high school did Al Bundy on Married…With Children attend? What is the most productive car company in Italy? What modern actress shares her full name with William Shakespeare's wife? Team Idle Time consists of myself, Mike, and Will, along with Jeannie Howell, Sherice Wu, and Gilly Baldwin. A perfect storm of brainpower. All of us are pretty fluent in pop culture horseshit, naturally, but each of us has our special areas of expertise as well. What we call our “wheelhouse.” And it is increasingly clear that Jeannie has the shining, the second sight. The last five questions (#26-30) of the night are “Rock And Roll Recall,” where the quizmaster plays five songs from five different decades, and we have to identify the artist. Before question #1 is ever asked, Jeannie makes her prediction for what artist will represent the 1970s. She has been right more than once, friends. Most recently, this Monday, she jotted down SANTANA on her paper placemat. When the time came for the 1970’s song to be played, and those shitty-ass bongos started up, we looked at each other in amazement. In the 1600s, people like her were burned at the stake, or at least given a good “pressing” with flat stones. And Will is like fucking Rainman at unscrambling anagrams. Who else could have turned I AM A MALE SYREN into MY NAME IS EARL in such a short period of time? We won the championship in September in a knuckle-biting showdown with the Mad Ents (and after a stunning seven-point comeback in the final game.) We won the championship in October. And we are one week away from winning November for a three-peat. We are cruising into the last game of the month with a six-point lead overall. But that’s the same lead the Mad Ents had in September. Anything can still happen. Monday the 24th will decide. I’ll keep you posted. Actual stats and standings will begin with the new season in December. Watch this space for updates. --MI |