Trivially challenging
Ready for a bit of trivial information? I like trivia. Even the definition is fun; the term derives from back when students were required to take courses in grammar, rhetoric and logic.
Playing trivia with young people is to wade in a shallow pool. Playing with those so old as to be forgetful is just plain painful. Better to involve your peers. My day-to-day circle of potential opponents is small, so I’ve found other ways to play the game.
Online works well. Less than one minute per morning gets me a scored game of ten questions, complete with a “hall of fame”. I also have a library of Trivial Pursuit sets, in case I’m shipwrecked on a deserted island. There’s always Jeopardy; the questions don’t repeat (in my experience) and I learn something new every time I watch. An important qualifier, for the triviaphile.
Lately we’ve been watching a derivative, one of those “doomed to extinction” efforts of the evolutionary model. Cash Cab. One of those fillers on the Discovery Channel, serving as padding between episodes of Jamie and Adam combining science with small explosions. I’d love to play; free money is of greater value than the earned variety. The problem with the game show is that the contestants travel in packs. Loud packs. Loud, high-fiving screeching packs. The sort that would scare true knowledge back into hiding, in a parallel universe.
Let’s see: if we could lose the flashing lights, boorish co-passengers, move the whole thing to this city, include trips on the city bus… we could have a winner here.
