In thinking about the whole Friday Is Random Day (FiRD) spiel that I've started here, it reminded me of The Question of the Week, from days of yore. Days in which I was a massively retarded immature kid that thought he was a badass. In reality, from 1998-2003 I was a dumbass completely, totally and without a clue. Thankfully, Sue pulled my head out of my ass and somewhat painfully showed me what kind of dumbass I had unknowingly become.
Granted, at every milestone stage in my life, I look back on previous times, and say, "God, I was a dumbass. So probably in five years or so, I'll have another random post debunking today's post, but for now, in my head, I've survived dumbassed-ness, and am on some level just a goof, or something akin to that.
But anyways, Back in THE day (that being the days of my first two semesters of college, and being the time between classes spent in the computer lab getting my first true injections of "Teh Intarnets") I immediately founded my first website, which somehow, by stunning luck still remains as a disheveled graveyard of mostly broken links and inane pre-blog-era blogging. Unfortunately, the section that I remember most fondly, The Question of the Week (QotW) is long gone and eaten away by the little bugs and insects that gnash and gnaw upon all the goop that makes up the abandoned webpages floating around on the net.
But the QotW was in fact an edifice of absurdity. The questions, as I remember them, were rambling oddities that seemed like half-formed math questions, but loaded with Monty Python-esque language and silliness. I'd post a question sounding something like, "You have an ice scraper, a quarter tank of gas in your '88 Plymouth Acclaim (with with 3 dents), and you are starving to death. How many Llamas are maimed in your search for food along the strip mall strip? And of those llamas' how many have alpacan relatives, and of which county do they reside in?"
The answers, garnered from my friends, were generally equally odd, and took on the form of a rambling, and occasionally, connected (to previous QotWs) narrative of absurdity. I scored each entry with a random point value and then chose the winner of the week. I think vaguely at one point, I even started giving out real prizes... but they were things like gum wrappers, bits, pieces, and other things that could masquerade as pocket nuff.
I have no punchline for this post, so I'll end with a .
2 comments:
Drew,
Thanks for leaving me a note. I am still trying to understand this. I came up with a new things for you to do, a slogan if you will: Drew-ya! I think you should use it.
Hehe. Not that Drew-ya! sounds at all like this, but back when I was in my middle teens, I was in charge of setting off the fireworks for the tri-annually memorial, independence, labor day parties that my mom and step-dad held. during these fireworks performances, I was drunkenly hailed by my parents and their inebriated friends, "The Great Drew-zini!"
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