I’ve wanted to get a motorcycle for years, but I’ve managed to keep talking myself out of it. No more! Tonight, I have my first class for the basic rider’s course. Two nights of classes, and then I get to ride this Saturday and Sunday. If you take the course, you get a waiver for the skills portion of the licensing test, so I’ll just have to go to the DMV and take the written part to get my license! Then, I simply have to talk myself into buying the bike I want.
I blame Full Throttle. I loved that game.
You guys are cock teases today. Tell us what kind of motorcycle you want!
Every year they do an online test now to keep the auditions manageable I guess. It helps them screen out the people who just think they know stuff. You answer 50 questions (only 8-10 seconds to answer each one) and then, after a while, they contact you if you did well enough to qualify.
If you sign up for their email list, you’ll get announcements of dates and times. It’s only once a year, though.
Troy
I wish you luck, Troy.
I once had an opportunity to go on Jeopardy, but was cut late in the process for being argumentative when they told me my correct answer is wrong.
Sons of bitches.
So, somebody has to…Do you remember the question and / or the answer you gave?
“Who are three people who have never been in my kitchen?”
I don’t actually remember the ‘answer’ they gave, but the subject was (something along the lines of) Biblical Geography. The question they wanted was “What is the Sea of Galilee?” but I knew the lake by four names and went with the name I most often heard it called when I lived there, “What is Lake Kinneret?” I usually saw it marked on maps as Sea of Tiberias, but the locals either called it Lake Kinneret or Lake Gannesaret. No matter what, their Trebek stand-in didn’t have a sheet with multiple answers and since this was an era before Wikipedia there was no easy way to check me. Fuckers.
Later I would be informed that since it was called ‘Biblical Geography’ I should have gone with what the Bible calls it, but fuckers the Bible calls it all four of them and Kinneret gets two mentions in Joshua and Numbers! I HATE JEOPARDY! FUUUUUCK!
Cue Weird Al’s ‘I Lost on Jeopardy’. :(
We had a short practice game, but it was mostly about getting a feel for our personalities and getting us used to not ringing in until the question was completed. I got all mine right, but most of us did. They emphasized that the written test was the most important thing, but they clearly were looking for fun people who would fit with the show and connect with the audience.
What was really unusual, though, was how many people there had friends or family had been on the show. One guy knew at least three former contestants. Others had siblings or spouses. At the mention of almost every name, the coordinator would exclaim how nice or funny or adorable the former contestant was.
I was just happy my occasional stutter didn’t make an appearance.
Troy
It’s called job interviewing.
Random interesting thing that happened…
I was in a car full of people on Saturday morning in the town I live in, which is a somewhat rural but pretty upscale town in western Washington state. It has some rural parts – people with land and horses as a hobby, things like that – but downtown is small and trendy and upscale. We had stopped for coffee and were pulling out of a side street on to a main street when we looked to our right and saw a big, black rooster with a red tail strutting his stuff on the corner at the stop sign. We all laughed in surprise, and just then he stopped, faced traffic, and raised his face to the sky and gave a big, hearty cock-a-doodle-doo, and then proceeded to strut down the side street. Fortunately he didn’t try crossing the road (har har). It was such a strange sight to see.
How many of you were in the car and which way did the rooster walk off? This is important if you want to know whose death it was fortelling.
Same thing happened to me in Kirkland, I thought it was funny not just seeing a rooster walking down the street, but that he was crowing his damn fool head off in the afternoon.
As I say, it is embarrassing - Mavericks. I’ve been a few times but since my last visit I’ve become addicted to the idea of seeing more of it.
I took the Jeopardy online test, and they have you say which city you would like to audition in if you’re selected. So a few months after taking the test, and two months after I move to the other side of the country they ask me to come in and audition, and I ask them if I can do it in a different city, and they say no.
Then a year later I sign up for the test here where I live now, and forget to take it.
So, I need a pair of over-the-ankle footwear for this motorcycle class I’m taking. I need them by Saturday, 07:30 AM. Last week, I ordered a pair of boots online.
The website I ordered them from is a reasonably big name in shoes, not some shifty backwater internet hole. I placed the order, but wasn’t given the option to expedite shipping. Kind of strange, but whatever. I was prepared to make contingency plans. However, a few hours after placing the order I got an email stating I could expect the boots to arrive yesterday. Okay, cool.
Since I can’t get stuff delivered to me at work, I took my lunch break yesterday and drove home so I could be there when UPS dude arrived. (He almost always comes at the same time, give or take ten minutes.) I missed him by four. Bummer. Today I drove home again. Got the package. Crisis averted. I opened said package to discover that only one boot came. I have two feet. Not good.
I contact Customer Service and explain the situation. Apparently I just can’t get another boot. That’s ridiculous. They’ll send me a packing slip so I can ship the boot back for a full refund, and then I can place a new order so I can get two boots. Since that worked out so well the first time, I think I’ll pass.
The problem is, I need a pair of boots (or high top sneakers, which is absolutely not going to happen) by early Saturday morning, and these were to be those boots. All the stores will be closed in the morning before I go to work. I can’t buy boots when I’m at work, and I have exactly one hour from the time I get off work, to the time I have to go to the classroom portion of this motorcycle training. A classroom portion to which I must drive, during rush-hour. The training goes from six to nine. All the stores will be closed by the time I’m done.
The Universe is testing my resourcefulness. I will prevail. Somehow.
salwon
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I’m leaving work in five minutes so I can get on a plane to New York so I can get married on Sunday.
Oh…oh God…there were four of us and it walked north. I think. Crap. Am I going to die?
Wow, really? What is it about Washingtonians owning chickens? Our next door neighbor has them and occasionally about three of them get out and roam the neighborhood. They especially love our yard. I first saw them when I was sitting with my sister outside, having a serious conversation, when she frowned and looked over my shoulder and said, “chickens!” I thought she was nuts but no, there they were, just having a great time in my yard. Their rooster also crows at ALL hours of the day.
I guess I shouldn’t make fun – we’re getting some alpacas for the pasture in the next couple of months and are seriously thinking about owning some chickens ourselves down the line.
Now, I personally can’t stand Walmart, but it’s worth mentioning, given your predicament, that there are apparently several in your area that are open 24 hours. The one nearest Madison is in Monona. So if all else fails you could at least try there.
Congratulations! May yours be a long and blessed union.
