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For four years in college, I played quizbowl with wonks, herbs, and hunchbacks. Pettiness & pettifogging. One pub quiz at the bar was enough to restore my faith in things trivial. My team won half the rounds & reached glory in a culminating chug-off which I won to a hoot of 'Do it for Scotland!' For ultimate victory, we took home a pub quiz flyer with the scrawled legend 'Pub Quiz Champeens,' and decorated with a graffito of two very victorious penises. Also beer. Aha! Now I see what happened this morning: 8% alc./vol. What!?
Unrelated: this merciless sendup of bad web style is a chuckle unless you have a shit website yourself.