Numbered among my many vices, I like to gamble–horses, dice, random events (e.g., # of silver cars vs. # of black cars that pass by while waiting for the bus), etc. I find it fun. So, my first thought, whenever I am waiting for just about anything is, “How can I turn this into a wager of some sort?”
I’m not talking about trying to make money, mind you–I just like to compete (and I especially like to win).
So, here we are. Waiting for an announcement about the make-up of the Task Forces. Waiting. Surely any day now the people over at 226 West Jackson will make public what the administrators and participants and various people around the colleges already (partially) know–namely, who will be on the task forces. Surely it will happen any day. Maybe any minute.
So what is a degenerate to do, but set up a “contest” of sorts? Now the last two major contests we’ve had (here and here (or if that doesn’t work here)) have both been won by me, which both gratified and disappointed me. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m tired of winning my own contests, and so I shall not be competing this time. There is no cost to enter, but the prize is unimpressive. The glory, though, is eternal. At least in your own mind.
So, the question is this: when will the announcement about the makeup of the task forces occur? Post your prediction for the date AND time in the comments and you will make yourself eligible for a MAJOR (albeit unimpressive) prize.
We will play by the Price Is Right Rules (“Closest to the actual number, without going over”) so if you have the right date, but you choose a minute too late, you LOSE. Why? Because I love the Price is Right, that’s why, and it’s my contest. Also, though I have no idea why Bob Barker was such a zealot about spaying and neutering, I like that he was a public advocate for a cause he believed in; it probably did a lot of good.
I may award bonus points to anyone for naming their favorite Price Is Right Game. I liked the Yodeling Mountain Climber. I don’t remember the rules of the game, or anything about it except the Yodeling. Yodeling has always made me giggle. I wish I could Yodel.