I was just watching Who Wants to be a Millionaire (Me, me, me!)...
...and I had to laugh at the silly assertion that the computer "randomly" eliminates "two of the wrong answers" in the 50/50 lifeline. Why don't they just call it 50/50 and leave it at that? Why do have they to insult my intelligence and say that it's random? If you haven't already figured out that the lifeline is NOT random, try this: The next time that you watch the show (if you even do, of course), pay attention when they use the 50/50 thing.
When I was in nursing school, every single test we took was multiple choice. The reasoning was that a nurse should have good decision making abilities. (Not necessarily in their personal life, but certainly at work.) To this day, the state boards are all mulitiple choice. In every question, there are two bad answers and two good ones. Our challenge was to choose the BEST answer. By happenstance, the questions on Millionaire are the same, two good answers and two bad ones. Every time that I have any knowledge of the subject of the question, I can choose the two bad answers and so can the "computer". See if you can't do the same. They eliminate the two bad answers almost 100% of the time.
The 50/50 lifeline is NOT random. Random are the women who spread their legs for Vex in any given week. Random implies that there is no thought or consideration given to any given situation and this lifeline does NOT qualify.
I enjoy watching shows like Millionaire and Jeopardy although it isn't as much fun to watch them alone. Vex and I use to watch them together and I enjoyed being able to answer the questions. Apparently, Vex found someone with whom he can watch these shows and appear bright. Good for him. I would still like to watch these shows with someone else. Only now, I would like to watch them with a person who can answer a question or two.
It's no challenge at all to watch them with a man who misspells "until" and calls Philly "PhiladeTHIA" and Pensacola "Pepsi-Cola. And the sad thing is, I'm not kidding, he really did those things. The man who I thought was quiet and mysterious was truly just an empty headed dunce who had nothing to contribute to any conversation. Pardon the pun, but it's an absolute no-brainer to decide that I won't be committing myself to any other men who honestly believe that catsup and ketchup are two totally different things that just happen to taste the same.
My father came to visit me in California after my oldest was born and we went out to brunch one day. We planned on showing my father some of the sights of San Francisco and while we were eating, my Dad asked my husband, "Do you know where the Mint is?" (He was referring to the famous US Mint in Frisco...most San Franciscans are aware of its' existence.) Without missing a beat, my first moron said, "At the counter, by the register." This guy was truly a ding dong (but as I've said, he sure was perty.). I could not...for the life of me...get him to grasp why it is that you don't lead with the king of spades before the ace has been played.
My second husband was the brightest of them all, but he was no Einstein himself. He inspired my father to advise me, "You shouldn't marry men whose last names end in vowels."
Oh well, what's done is done and I am truly looking forward to meeting a man with a brain. He doesn't have to be a Nobel Prize winner or even a PHD. Just a well rounded individual with interests of his own and the ability to carry on a conversation about ANY current event. A nice sense of humor would be nice. He wouldn't have to be terribly funny himself, but he should at least be able to get my dry, subtle humor. I know that this type of man exists...and mark my words, I will find one.
And when I ask him what he's thinking about...he'll tell me. Vex just said..."Nothin'." It took a while, but I finally figured out that, in answer to this ONE question, he was telling me the truth.
Who'd have thunk?
Meg
...and I had to laugh at the silly assertion that the computer "randomly" eliminates "two of the wrong answers" in the 50/50 lifeline. Why don't they just call it 50/50 and leave it at that? Why do have they to insult my intelligence and say that it's random? If you haven't already figured out that the lifeline is NOT random, try this: The next time that you watch the show (if you even do, of course), pay attention when they use the 50/50 thing.
When I was in nursing school, every single test we took was multiple choice. The reasoning was that a nurse should have good decision making abilities. (Not necessarily in their personal life, but certainly at work.) To this day, the state boards are all mulitiple choice. In every question, there are two bad answers and two good ones. Our challenge was to choose the BEST answer. By happenstance, the questions on Millionaire are the same, two good answers and two bad ones. Every time that I have any knowledge of the subject of the question, I can choose the two bad answers and so can the "computer". See if you can't do the same. They eliminate the two bad answers almost 100% of the time.
The 50/50 lifeline is NOT random. Random are the women who spread their legs for Vex in any given week. Random implies that there is no thought or consideration given to any given situation and this lifeline does NOT qualify.
I enjoy watching shows like Millionaire and Jeopardy although it isn't as much fun to watch them alone. Vex and I use to watch them together and I enjoyed being able to answer the questions. Apparently, Vex found someone with whom he can watch these shows and appear bright. Good for him. I would still like to watch these shows with someone else. Only now, I would like to watch them with a person who can answer a question or two.
It's no challenge at all to watch them with a man who misspells "until" and calls Philly "PhiladeTHIA" and Pensacola "Pepsi-Cola. And the sad thing is, I'm not kidding, he really did those things. The man who I thought was quiet and mysterious was truly just an empty headed dunce who had nothing to contribute to any conversation. Pardon the pun, but it's an absolute no-brainer to decide that I won't be committing myself to any other men who honestly believe that catsup and ketchup are two totally different things that just happen to taste the same.
My father came to visit me in California after my oldest was born and we went out to brunch one day. We planned on showing my father some of the sights of San Francisco and while we were eating, my Dad asked my husband, "Do you know where the Mint is?" (He was referring to the famous US Mint in Frisco...most San Franciscans are aware of its' existence.) Without missing a beat, my first moron said, "At the counter, by the register." This guy was truly a ding dong (but as I've said, he sure was perty.). I could not...for the life of me...get him to grasp why it is that you don't lead with the king of spades before the ace has been played.
My second husband was the brightest of them all, but he was no Einstein himself. He inspired my father to advise me, "You shouldn't marry men whose last names end in vowels."
Oh well, what's done is done and I am truly looking forward to meeting a man with a brain. He doesn't have to be a Nobel Prize winner or even a PHD. Just a well rounded individual with interests of his own and the ability to carry on a conversation about ANY current event. A nice sense of humor would be nice. He wouldn't have to be terribly funny himself, but he should at least be able to get my dry, subtle humor. I know that this type of man exists...and mark my words, I will find one.
And when I ask him what he's thinking about...he'll tell me. Vex just said..."Nothin'." It took a while, but I finally figured out that, in answer to this ONE question, he was telling me the truth.
Who'd have thunk?
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 10:16 AM
8 Comments:
Meg: the toughest test I ever took was a Psyc, final in College, it was 300 true and false. Figures from that class, one last shot at us.
Buddy
True or false in Psych? LOLOL, what a treat!
Meg
Anon that sounds like a nightmare!
Meg... don't set your lowest standards when looking for a man... shoot for your highest... and hopefully you'll land somewhere right in the middle.
There is a US Government Mint is Frisco.
Meg Ps I better make that a bit clearer...will do.
Duh made perfect Sense to me, San Fran, Denver, etc.
Buddy
Hey! Leave Guy alone! He is my defender and he has proven himself to be a thoughtful, intelligent man. None of us know EVERYTHING...hell I bet there might even be something that I don't know. :):):)
Meg
Hell Guy,
Sometimes we're ALL idiots!
I am so unGodly hot that I would smack anyone who wanted to hug me. The other night I went out to dinner and when dinner was over, after I had bitched about being hot, the dude asked for a hug good0night. OK, whatever. So, I hugged him. He was as sweaty as I. I tried to end the hug and he said, "Oh no, this feels so nice." So, hot and irritated, I pushed his ass away and said, "I am TOO hot for this!" Well, being a man, he said something along the lines of, "Oh, you're hot all right!" That just made me angrier. It's just not bright to irritate a hot, sweaty woman. NEXT!
Meg
Meg:
Sorry I did not mean to offend anyone, guess I just have one of those wierd minds that thinks the obvious when it came to the "Mint" comment. At least obvious to my strange mind. Try and stay cool till you get the AC fixed,Enjoyed talking with you last night.
Buddy
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