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McCabe's Tavern

Our first quiz of 2009, and she was as Hope-y and Change-y as we ever could've wished for. You could see the glimmer of nerdly love in the eyes of all quizzers last night, having spent two weeks unable to suckle from the sweet, sweet teat of geek. Also, you gotta love a quiz that is peppered with groans and whining about how hard the rounds are, and by "you" I mean "me," because I'm a dick that way.

A mostly regulars-ish quiz last night, although there were those few newbies whose delight at my usual rapier wit/toilet humor was a nice break from the eye-rolling and catcalls I'm used to. Also a sort of topsy and turvy one, with the first place up for grabs for most of the night. Our initial leaders, Alex Trebek Moustache Ride, had roughly seven bazillion people on their team, requiring your humble Fuckmaster to slap them around a bit point-wise.

But hey, some fun rounds—any chance I get to make fun of Bjork, I will certainly take it. And the D&D round, while not actually requiring any knowledge of proper D&D-ness, was good n' nerdy, and more importantly, pissed people off. Yay.

Look at some pictures now, courtesy of your friend and mine, Ian, and his fancy-schmancy-ass new camera. And no, that smoking fop isn't Morrissey with a bleach job, it's me. Sigh.

You gotta love a crowd who calls out "too soon!" when I mention Pluto's demotion to dwarf planet.December 20 2008

Yeah, so this blog is roughly one bazillion years too late. Yeah, so it's not impossible that I might've fucked up scores on Wednesday. Yeah, the pictures for this post were taken on cell phone and resemble slightly darker versions of cave paintings (thanks, by the way, Brandy!). I'm on vacation! I get two weeks off! I'm totally chilaxing and stuff! Spring break! Woo!

But yo, I am sorry for the late post, but I had another (and the last!) of my Deadline Quiz Nights on Wednesday, which meant that I finished a slightly boozy quiz, then had to lay out, write and turn in a paper before 9 am. This makes for Thursday of sleeping followed by a Friday of distribution, followed by me coming home early on a Friday night to write this, because I care so much about you. So much, you see. So here I am, and here we are. Look at some fuzzy pictures and meet me below.

It turns out that the H.P. Lovecraft is not a ship at all.December 11 2008

So, before we get any further, allow me to say fuck yeah and congratulations to 3+1=5 for breaking the all-time top score. It was a thunderstorm of epic sound and light.

A very fun and incredibly packed room last night, if only partially from the quiz. Turns out darts finals were going on, which provided a nice susurration of high-fives and woos throughout the evening. It was a boisterous one, for sures. Add to that the hard-drinkin', rowdy Rock Shox folks, and you've got yourself a night in which "your mom" and "fruit salad" populate score sheets and people theorize that
Superman's catchphrase was "Wheelair away!" It was, in other words, the sort of night where I giggle into the mic like a teenage girl. But in a manly way.

So, to tickle your nostalgia bone and not at all because I'm having camera issues, please join me on a photographic trip down the Lane of Quizzes Past. If you are able, please cue up Green Day's "Time of Your Life" as you look at these.

Nay, I dinnae iver et a worrum.December 4 2008

Sorry about the late blog post—the snow clogged up my internet. Or I forgot or didn't care or something. Take your pick.

The good news is that the Rock Shox clinics are back in season, which means quiz is a weekly blast of bike geeks from out of town who get awesomely drunk and are a lot of fun. Plus, they're all alone in a strange new town, which means I get to show them around—right to the back of my van! Bwahaha! Ha!

A weird little sampling of nerds last night, including many faces I'd never seen, a lot I hadn't seen in a while (lookin' at you, Hurricane Ditka) and lovely regulars. I've noticed that our team names have become a great deal less topical since the election. Let's try to correct that. There's nothing uncool about current events.

Here are photos.

From now on, our quiz will only focus on turning names of real shows into porno movies.November 20 2008

So, after two weeks of quiz ending mucho early because your beloved Fuckmaster quit smoking and, corollarily, drinking, I actually had a few Scotches to ensure that we weren't done before, like 9 PM. Scotchy scotchy scotch. So smoky and expensive. Sippy sippy sip. Scotchy scotchy scotch. Quizzy quizzy quiz. I could do this for hours.
It was a li'l bit quiet last night, with only eleven teams venturing out. Of those, we had a team calling themselves DC Quizzo Slumming who were (doi) from DC and do quizzo out there and were slumming. But ha-ha, slummers. You totally Jokered the wrong round and didn't win at all. (These folks also know Dicker. They said to say hi. Therefore: Hi, Dicker. Love, Neal.)

It was a nice, hard (ha!) quiz last night, made moreso because when Round 7 rolled around, I was all, "This round is too freaking easy. Instead of just naming the show, I need you to identify the show and then turn the title into the name of a porno. Do this in memory of me." So, the answers to that round are thus:

1. The Lay Team
2. The Randy Fisted Show
3. Happy Sprays
4. C.O.P.S (Dirty enough)
5. Star Prick
6. The Choir
7. Dawson's Reek
8. R*A*S*H

Tiddle-hee. Anyway. Time for me to post photos for you to look at. You can thank Tamera for these, since an elf or something peed in my camera and broke it. Or something. Shut up.