Posts Tagged ‘eccentric

24
Aug
23

Play Guess the Winner of Jeopardy! Can You Pick the Oddball?


Have I said this before? The game show Jeopardy is predictable. If you want to guess who wins, every day, check the stats of the players for what I consider the “weirdo factor.” Whoever has the strangest story, name, behavior and/or quirk almost always wins. I only say almost because I don’t watch every day. But, when I do watch, the pattern holds. The only time I am unsure is when all three contestants wear calm, aloof faces and never seem very competitive. Those games are rare, though.

So, now that you know my theory, let’s test your “weirdo vision” or “weird-dar” (weird radar, like “gay-dar” for detecting who is homosexual). I will present you with trios of customized contestants, give you the essentials of their player introductions (what they share about themselves with the host) and then let you decide who is the winner of the group. Answers and explanations will follow at the end of the game (bottom of the page).

Let’s begin.

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First up, we have Jean, Al and Chris. [‘Recognize these youngsters?]

Jean Munchlax is a crossword-puzzle machine. She’s a professional game designer, bookworm and freelance fashion designer. She says being an occasional clutz tends to spoil her creations.

Al Squirtle confesses to being an instigator and big fan of pranks. He’s good with a skateboard and knows how to handle a hoola hoop. His interest in older women tends to get him into trouble, but he continues to look for love.

Chris Raticate is an ethics professor who likes to sit outside at night and observe nature. He collects seashells and other natural souvenirs. He claims to be content as a bachelor, after a recent divorce.

Who is the winner? [Write your answer down on a sheet of scrap paper.]


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Next, we have Emma, Cherry and Cleo.

Emma Erie is a “hardcore geologist,” casually studying earthquakes and pursuing a 2nd degree in archaeology. She admits to being a big Indiana-Jones fan and owner of a bullwhip.

Cherry Downer is a spirited, dazzling and occasionally charming professional dancer who has done a fair amount of international travel. She favors cities with taverns. She won exactly one spelling bee in her youth, before dancing (and alcoholic beverages) became her passion. Her parents, who she loves but rarely sees, are a bottle of vodka from the 1960s and a former Olympic gymnastics coach.

Cleo Skye is a comic-book collector, conspiracy theorist and budding astronomer who is interested in discovering life on other planets. She believes aliens have already visited Earth and may be responsible for some natural disasters. She maintains a podcast about superheroes and prints various alien designs, her own artwork, on T-shirts.

Who is the winner of this group?


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On we go to Group Three…which includes…OH! We have a Daily Double. Look. Chris is back…and in the same position, at the third podium. [Maybe this is a video game, and the limited AI keeps putting the same faces in the same places.] He’s joined by Dr. Light and Woody, who has a rather distinct smile plastered on his face. Now, we don’t know how Chris made it back to the third podium on two different days. Maybe this is a returning champs game. Maybe it’s a game for people who were given a second chance, after being crushed by some brainiac. ‘Many possibilities. I wish I could give you double the points for getting this right. But, I won’t.

Dr. Hai Light is a really nice guy but also a perfectionist when it comes to working in animation. He’s a little edgy because someone keeps trying to steal his creations. He likes cats, children and ghost stories but hates mice.

Woody Comicon is also a really nice guy on camera. He was a journalist in the military, in his youth, producing content for pamphlets about proper hygiene among the troops. He keeps the audience entertained with his witty remarks. He says not very smart but will do his best to surprise everyone “when the chips are down.” He’s a bit chatty. He shares a quick and remotely charming story about how he met his wife, Jean. [I wonder if that’s the same Jean we previously saw….nah. It couldn’t be. And, the guy is not a cyclops; so it can’t be Jean Grey.]

We know about Chris. But, being back a second time, he shares another piece of information, regarding a trip to Germany in which he was mysteriously attacked by a dog dressed as a pilot.

Whooo’s our winner?


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Group Four includes three blonde women, which is a bit odd, Alison, Andrea and Liz.

Alison Breeze likes butterflies, riddles, the color red and a wide variety of music. She grew up in a small town but now lives in a big city. She’s a self-proclaimed “die-hard romantic” who recently ended a relationship before taking off to tour Europe, which she says was far more entertaining than her ex-boyfriend.

Andrea Gale is a sports nerd and budding fashion designer who aspires to start her own line of athletic apparel. She speaks in a unique way which is both clumsy and endearing, not to mention surprisingly intelligent.

Liz Storm conveniently works in “the fashion business” and offers to assist Andrea with her aspirations. She is an avid photographer with exceptional skill at taking self-portraits. She seems to know a few things about plants and loves to spend her free time at the beach.

Who’s our weirdo?…er, winner?


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This next group (Five) will be particularly challenging because you won’t recognize any of the faces (unless you’ve been in my house, watching me play video games). Don’t they look like the perfect video-game-supplied contestants or NPCs (non-playable characters)?

Burt Baconstock is a recent college graduate and literary major who likes to collect paperclips and study pigeons. He’s having trouble with his roommate and hopes to win enough money to get a place of his own.

Lance Cabbage (pronounced “Cab-AHJH”) has a distinct lisp as he discusses his interest in music. He plays four instruments and aspires to learn a fifth. He grew up watching plenty of television, thus he claims to be well educated in pop culture and general entertainment. He carries a shoulder bag, stitched with the face of Lucille Ball on one side, and says she is his muse.

Thea Tomatos is a huge Taylor Swift fan and loves to visit family in Greece. She reads romantic novels in her spare time, when she’s not studying mold samples. She becomes a bit bashful as she admits to saving all of the teeth she has lost over the years.

Hoo-doggy! We have a trio of oddballs. Don’t we? But, who is the weirdest? Tell me…tell me; do.


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In Group Six, we have three photogenic beauties.

Vicki Fishburne feels right at home in Erie, Pennsylvania. She likes being a “woman of mystery” and wearing what she classifies as “period attire.” Thus she loves costume parties and attending comic-book conventions, where she likes to dress up as some of her favorite characters.

Irma O’Neil likes cats (particularly Russian Blues), pepperoni pizza with mushrooms and “soft” music. She has a breathy voice and alternates hands on the podium, adjusting her posture, periodically as she speaks. She doesn’t present herself as very intelligent but uses a few big words.

Pamela Hassleoff recently completed required services for parole (meaning she served some jail time, which explains her attire). She likes to swim and practices martial arts. She doesn’t travel much and spends most of her down time, when she’s not restless but usually in a foul mood, reading.

Phew! Now, there’s a saucy trio. This is not a group you’d likely see on Jeopardy, because the brainy show does not favor the beautiful (Group Four, who are all exceptionally pretty blondes, included). Buuut, who’s the winning weirdo? Can you figure it out?


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Group Seven includes a snack mix of somewhat famous and quirky faces.

Amy Einstein is a mousy gal working on a theory for everything, all at once, relatively slowly. She has a strong interest in “computer science,” whatever that means. She’s very shy but careless with her words, letting little shocking comments slip from her delicate lips. She considers herself “a bit of voyeur,” a “people watcher.”

Nick Nucleus is a “man of probability” who likes to predict his own chances of winning from the start. He looks at his competition and says he will try to go easy on them. [The audience laughs politely.] He has no interest in travel and wants to create the “real solution for hair loss.”

June Multiverse, who is a petite comedic actress, likes to dress up as older, balding men and eccentric women who favor cats over people. Yet, she looks gorgeous and has a charming glow. She is naturally amusing but also a little eerie (and “fierce”). She says something intelligent about a recent trip to Germany but seems a little uneasy about Russia when the host mentions his own recent travels.

Wowzers. We have some odd ones, here. Well, one is more intelligent than odd. But any of them could be a winner. Right? But, who moves on as champion weirdo?


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Group Eight includes…well, I’d say triplets, if that’s possible. I can’t quite tell these three apart. There’s something similar about them. Amyway, we have…

Amy Showstopper, from Greenwitch, Connecthedots, who is a stand-up citizen involved with an organization bent on trying to make fast food even faster. She is very blunt, speaking carelessly about whatever is asked of her. She doesn’t seem particularly intelligent but is eager to prove her intelligence in this game. She hopes there is a category for sexual terminology and/or innuendos.

Meg Crypt, from Evansville, Ohno, is a big fan of “emo” music, which she writes in her spare time. She favors the color black and has no room in her heart for pets, which she admits don’t last long in her home. She looks particularly uninterested in being here, refusing to stand upright, like her competitors. Someone should wake her up…inside.

Yummi Katz resides in downtown Anniehiam, Northern Caroline, and is obsessed with theater, both movies and stage performances. She doesn’t act, sing or dance, herself, but likes to judge others who do. She once tried to join a musical cast and was rejected, which made her stubbornly bitter toward performers. She insists upon a routine of minimal exercise and a healthy diet, without any of the junk Amy puts in her mouth. She loves lasagna and spaghetti with tomato sauce. When one of the cameras exposes her legs, we can see she is wearing legwarmers under her pants, tucked into her leopard-print shoes.

Hmmmm. I just don’t know. Do you? Which of these three stands out as the biggest oddball and, thus, guaranteed winner?


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Group Nine features three lovely ladies, all dressed in black, black, bl–ehem.

Gigi Xenomorph is an avid reader and author of exotic erotica. [Try saying that five times, fast.] People say she looks like Pamela Andthensome, the famous lifeguard. Unfortunately, fans of her weird stories are not generating enough money to satisfy her needs; so she came her to win more (and get out of the house). She likes to cook (in more ways than one) and hates having to clean up after herself. On rare nights, she attends Trivia Night, with a friend, at a local bar, and usually wins.

Sara Moderna-Gilmore is a sales rep for Harley Davidson and lover of Chinese food, which she will wolf down when she’s alone, up late at night and usually in “zombie-mode.” She is interested in having a family with up to three kids, if she can find the right man. She describes her type as the “angry sportsman.” She likes to spend a large portion of her free time playing in a walk-in closet.

Kat Mackenchese is a crafty city woman who likes to weave her own blankets and design custom jewelry. She is happily married to a lovely pet cat and her day job (physical therapist/trainer). When she’s not helping others get back onto their feet, she likes to get off of her feet and relax with a hot candlelight bath.

Wha–? All of these women seem perfectly normal to me. How could any of them be classified as a winning weirdo? Can you pick one to win?

Well, after some time, years, maybe a decade or three, every game show goes through an upgrade. Whoa. Check out the new set. It’s crappier than the first, but the podiums are nicer.

Group Ten brings in more video-game extras.

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Sakura Moroboshi is a nurse and practitioner of various mystical healing arts. She doesn’t travel much but learns plenty from her patients. Her uncle taught her the basics of mystical healing, but she is learning more every year by being a “student of the world.” She’d like the world to know ghosts are real and that you might be infected with a troublesome one.

Tara Thunder is a track-and-field coach when she’s not running her own marathons and being the fastest delivery woman on two feet. Her brain works faster than the average person’s; so her family suggested she should try competing on Jeopardy. But, she speaks rather slowly, with a very soothing voice.

Chad Jerkface is a high-school gym teacher (with a gut). He enjoys contact sports and watching UFC (ultimate fighting) when he’s at home. He has a persistent habit of thumbing his nose and cracking a wicked grin while waiting to speak. And, when done speaking, he arches his eyebrows in an oddly sad way.

Who is the winner of this colorful group?

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Phew! We’ve been binge-watching a while; haven’t we? Well, if you’re still with the program, you’ve got stamina; that’s for sure. Or, you are in “zombie mode.” Either way, on we go…

DOUBLE JEOPARDYY!!….

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Group Eleven!…

Nakia Mosque is a collector of masks and an activist eager to acquire greater freedoms for the women of her native land. She speaks three languages, including Urdu, French and English.

Buzz Handover is the father of a big family, who subtly boasts about his many grandkids. He retired from a career in sales to play a small role in the movie business. He now enjoys collecting tickets from theater customers and traveling with his wife.

Kevin Phase runs a bike shop out of Jersey City. His mother appeared on Jeopardy when she was three-months pregnant with him. So, in a way, this is his second time at the podium.

Who’s it going to be? Step right up and peg your winner.

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Group Twelve…

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Aisha Triche is a 32 year-old high-school theater coach from Montgullible, Alakazam. She aspires to be a game-show hostess (which earns a gasp from the host of this show and awkward laughter from the audience). She has the appearance of a model (or former model) and keeps a pleasant smile upon her flawless face.

Blythe Tumes is a 55 year-old bio-chemical engineer from Tattlelassie, Florider. She likes to ski and go sky diving in her free time. She speaks without any emotion. And, if she blinks, you don’t see her do it. She looks like a spokeswoman for some German bakery-product company, without her apron and flour-dusted face.

Sam (pronounced “Sahm”) Tehran is 35, lives in Vandicamps, Canaduh and works in computer sales. He recently married his gorgeous wife and is expecting a son. He saw Slumdog Millionaire and thought he could be a big game-show winner, too. So, here he is, ready to play. His hair is remarkably thick and dark, like his eyebrows. He seems a little edgy, like someone who needs to be in charge and who expects to get his way.

A rather active and ambitious trio. Right? But, who is the oddball favored to win?

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Group 13…

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Oh! It’s another…DAILY DOUBLE! No? Then it must be time for a TOURNAMENT OF CHAMPIONS! I see two returning champions and…a stunning new face. I don’t recall her ever winning; so how did she get in here?

You know Alison, who is standing a few inches taller (than she did the last time we saw her) and aiming laser beams at Isabella.

You know Nick, who currently isn’t feeling as statistically-favored as he once did. He’s actually sweating. [Perhaps he’s not feeling well, today.]

Isabella Maylorder, who rivals Alison in height and beauty, is vice-president of a real-estate company headed by her father. She owns two houses, one on Park Place and one on Pennsylvania Avenue. She drives a Mercedes Shoe but would like to buy a BMW Railroad with her prize money. Her one distinct quirk might be a robotic way of speaking.

Interesting. Well, someone’s gotta win. Who’s it going to be? Write down your answer before the theme music stops.

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Group 14…is cancelled!

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It appears we have a case of identity fraud…or cloning. Whatever this is, we will sort it out and get back to you for Round 15.

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Group 15…

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Ooh! We’ve come to some sort of wrinkle in time, where the past and present overlap. Or, this is an older episode?…circa 2001? And, we find ourselves at…Comic-Con?

Zannah Kherabpowder is a self-defense instructor from Amazon, Planet Hollywood. She has a bachelor’s degree in anthropology, a strong interest in psychology and a boyfriend who casually studies astrology. She’s done a fair amount of traveling in her lifetime.

Jen Forthwall is the daughter of a mob hit-and-run and a hazardous blood transfusion. She practices law and breaking certain laws as a strong yet non-conventional feminist. Currently, she’s contending with an entertainment empire which is trying to rewrite her own story with inappropriate racial manipulation. When she desperately needs down time, she plays video games (and other games) with her artistic boyfriend.

Jem Truly is trying to make a name for herself in the music business. Her deceased father headed a record label. Her deceased mother used to sing and play guitar without professional ambitions. She considers herself a social misfit but luckily has a boyfriend who understands and supports her.

Well, two out of three are wearing some kind of exotic make-up or face paint. And, the third is green. [And, this is just a dream trio for me, personally.] That is definitely special. How do we pick a winner in this group? You decide. Be sure to include why she wins.

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FINAL JEOPARDY!

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This is it, folks (because, honestly, I’m running out of wit and tell-tale signs…and this game is running long); the last trio to test your minds, your brains and your heads. The category is…Observations.

Group Sixteen…

Jess Stargazer

Vicki Peasant

Cleo Stone

I’m not even going to give descriptions! I think something should be obvious.

Place your wagers, players. If you feel confident in your answer, bet “EVERYTHING.” If you are being strategic, bet “SOMETHING.” If you are doubtful, bet “ONE DOLLAR.” Scroll down to the bottom of the post/page to see the results.

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ANSWERS

GROUP 1: WINNER: CHRIS

Why? Well, in case you didn’t notice, he’s the only one holding a security blanket. I’d say that’s a bit strange for an ethics professor. Also, when pressed for more information, we learn his divorce was a result of too much time spent out at night looking for a big pumpkin, which is rather odd, too.

Jean is a very cute clutz. Being a crossword champ helps her with word categories but isn’t much help elsewhere. She cannot code a win. And, being clumsy makes her sloppy with the buzzer, allowing Chris to answer most questions, first.

Al is a gambler and a goof-off who takes chances and sits in the red most of the game. He couldn’t care less.

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GROUP 2: WINNER: EMMA

Why? How many “normal” people own a bullwhip (or admit to it)? And, if you saw her high-school graduation photo, you’d understand, I think. Her last name is a synonym for weird; that should be obvious.

Cherry is a habitual drinker, which helps her socialize as she travels the world but isn’t much use in this game. She scores well in geography and cultural categories, but two easy categories only get her so far.

Cleo is a very pretty nerd and has some singing talent. But, she cannot compete with the other two women. For some odd reason, her hands keep shaking before she can activate the buzzer. After the show, she is recruited by a secretive government group.

And, anyone who took a fair amount of math and/or science classes should know, from Albert Einstein’s work, that “E” equals “MC” squared. Well, if Emma has one “E” and two “Ms” in her name, I’d say she must be greater than two “Cs.” Right? My math might be off, though.

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GROUP 3: WINNER: CHRIS, AGAIN

Why? What didn’t you already understand? He’s the only one with a security blanket…and a teenie-weenie beanie, which he refuses to take off in the rather warm studio space. And, while he may not be the only odd bird in this game, he remains the quickest and smartest.

Woody is too generous and takes too many chances, leaving him in the red and out of Final Jeopardy. He practically gives the game to Chris. He makes a dramatic exit with that smile still stuck on his face, though we catch a glimpse of him frowning as he turns away from the cameras.

Hai gets frustrated by a few mistakes and starts making more. He wishes he could go back and try a few categories, again. But, that’s not how this game works. He eventually realizes this is not his game to win. In Final Jeopardy, he answers with a delightful drawing of a cartoon cat and little girl.

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GROUP 4: WINNER: ALISON

Why? Alison Redd stands taller than the other contestants and seems determined to remain that way. She wears exceptionally bright lipstick (while looking otherwise fabulous). Her outfit choice conjures thoughts of McDonald’s Hamburglar. Perhaps she plotted to steal this game from her competitors. She has an odd habit of referring to her category selections as “good choices” and her winnings as “capital.” And, to the keen eye, she has an OCD habit of pressing her buzzer a quick thirteen times, each time she answers a question.

Andrea is very pretty and intelligent but clumsy and slow with the buzzer. When she fails to get a few questions right, dropping her into the red, she gives up. Pretty people rarely win. And, self-conscious players who lose the ambition to try never do. I also don’t think I’ve ever seen a winner interested in or having a job in the fashion industry. But, I don’t watch this show, often. [Or, do I…]

Liz is also very pretty. [Well, so is Alison, to be honest. They all are.] And, she scores well in a few categories. But, she carries herself so well that she cannot appear the least bit out of place. Her appearance is flawless and elegant. She’s not clumsy or awkward, at all. However, she too is not the quickest with the buzzer and cannot compete with Alison’s diverse range of knowledge. And, Alison’s persistent need to stand taller than everyone else eventually agitates Liz. By the end of the game, Liz isn’t looking so pretty, anymore, and the light upon her has dimmed.

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GROUP FIVE: WINNER: BERT

This was a tough one. But, Bert wins for collecting paperclips. I mean…who does that? Also, he fails to get along with his roommate, which gives him motivation to bury himself in odd studies. Typically, people with poor relationships (with family, friends and/or love interests) tend to shine in this game, as if they have more time and energy to absorb unusual facts.

This doesn’t exactly work for/apply to myself, though, as I struggle with family ties and have been told I am rather smart…yet know I would not do well at Jeopardy. I just wouldn’t, and it would mess with my head, standing next to some weirdo who dominates. Maybe I need to collect paperclips or study pigeons.

Lance is definitely a bit unusual but not particularly anything. He’s an average player and low risk taker who settles for a modest score at the end, putting him in second place.

Thea may seem strange, saving her teeth, studying mold and obsessively listening to Taylor Swift. Actually, that last bit is rather common, it seems. But, she has a good relationship with family and does a fair amount of traveling, which doesn’t make her particularly smart but does make her a nice, well-rounded individual.

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GROUP SIX: WINNER: IRMA

Why? Obviously, because of her behavior at the podium; winners tend to exhibit certain quirks, and one of them is shifting your posture, repeatedly. Likewise, people who remain perfectly still, almost stone-like, tend to win and look very creepy as they do. Also, being very specific with interests, like her favorite type of cats and pizza, tends to stand out. And, you might be surprised how often big words can help win. What you wouldn’t notice until she starts playing is how fast Irma is with the buzzer; her breathy voice flies like a shuriken as she thrusts her fist (and buzzer) forward.

Sure, Vicki may seem strange to some and intelligent, considering she’s costume freak and comic-book nerd. But, her range of interests is limited. And, she seems…er, normal…at the podium. She is rather at ease with herself and doesn’t get agitated when she fails to answer correctly; she merely frowns a little. Typically, winners don’t make many mistakes. But, you cannot judge that aspect from their introductions; you’d have to watch them play the game. The fact that she comes from Erie, Pennsylvania was a red herring; this time, it did not peg her as the winning weirdo. Rather.

And, while Pamela stands out for serving jail time, her extensive reading time is not sufficient to help her in any categories other than Literature and Famous Authors. Sadly, there wasn’t a Martial Arts or Swimming category. [What sent her to jail (you may wonder)? Oh. Well, she used to be a catburglar and spy who got mixed up with sex, drugs and rock’n’roll. She also has stolen a few hearts in her lifetime.]

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GROUP SEVEN: WINNER: NICK

What’s the obvious sign? His appearance, that hairline and his slightly odd attire, is enough to activate a red flag. The other contestants may have enough factors to make them both odd and a bit unsettling, but they cannot compete with someone who looks like Nick. This is one point I emphasize; players who look sloppy, deprived of sleep/food and/or uncomfortable at the podium typically win. Now, you know.

Amy is very cute, fairly elegant and slow with the buzzer. She stumbles over her words and keeps looking at her active hand to make sure she pushed the button…while Nick leaps at just about every clue on both boards. Amy eventually becomes so vexed that she starts cursing under her breath (which must be “bleeped”).

June, who is the only contestant to underline her name so “fiercely,” is, again, too pretty to win, even though she doesn’t think of herself that way and dresses as far less attractive characters for whatever reason. Whatever she does at her home or job has no impact on how she appears during this show. Her travels keep her from being a complete closet nerd, thus she is more “jack of all trades” than master of anything. She’s very improvisational but not particularly book smart nor competitive, which is why she cracks jokes and lets Nick take command. [I imagine she and I would get along well in this game.]

However, they all use air quotes, which makes them all a bit odder than average in my book…just kidding.

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GROUP EIGHT: WINNER: YUMMI

Why…did you think it was Meg? I suppose because she’s bent over her podium, which is strange. Right? Except, I don’t think anyone is allowed to do that. I DID say to pick the one that STOOD out; right? And, Meg is clearly not standing. She’s “slumping.” [Ha.] If she doesn’t stand up and fit in, she is likely to be removed from the game. At least, I presume that’s what happens?

Yummi wins for not only having the most unique name but also for looking trapped in the 1990s. If your look is dated, you have history; and that’s often useful in this game…with countless historical categories. Trendy people who look wise to current fashion trends don’t usually win.

Amy, who is quite “yummy” herself, sharp and quick as a whip, has a bad habit of throwing out silly answers when she doesn’t know the right ones. This costs her the game.

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GROUP NINE: WINNER: GIGI

This one wasn’t too tough. Was it? I mean…she’s an “avid reader” (though she writes erotica) and performs well at those (rare) Trivia Nights…with a “friend.” Now, normally, winners don’t have many if any friends (or, at least, don’t mention them when talking about themselves), but we don’t know the details of this friendship. Gigi’s somewhat mysterious eccentricity proves to be an asset.

Sara may be relationship-challenged, but she also seeks out dangerous athletes, eats massive quantities of Chinese food and plays in her closet. None of those details suggest someone who is well educated, but they do make her seem a bit weird. I’ll give you that.

Kat is simply delightful and at peace with herself, it would seem, though her day job isn’t exactly a relaxing one…which is why she needs the art therapy (of crafting). Her schedule doesn’t allow for much TV time nor studying subjects winners eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She does, however, score well in a few categories, to the amazement of some, but still cannot catch Gigi and fails in Final Jeopardy.

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GROUP TEN: WINNER: CHAD

If it wasn’t obvious, Chad gave himself away by repeatedly touching his face and arching his eyebrows. Also, he’s typically a jerk who charges into battle, and Jeopardy is his Trojan War. Though he is an out-of-shape gym teacher, his exposure to students and other teachers, who are still actively learning and teaching, infuses him with unexpected knowledge.

Sure. Tara thinks quickly and speaks slowly. That’s a bit odd. Some of her answers exceed the time limit. Most sound alien. But, her ability to answer with a question exceeds all other contestants. Being a woman who spends so much time outdoors, embracing nature, she never went to a formal school, so her knowledge is limited to what she picks up when she pauses from running around the world. Also, she’s a generally kind, caring person…which is not the personality of the typical winner, who lacks personality.

Sakura talks with spirits (ghosts) and, possibly, aliens. For some, that’s weird enough. But, people who offer healing services usually don’t win this game. More likely, a winner will be toxic to others and consumed with him or her self.

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GROUP ELEVEN: WINNER: KEVIN

Why not Nakia? She has an uncommon name (at least, for someone in the USA). She’s smart…at least, where languages are concerned. And, I bet some of those masks she collects are creepy. But, she’s an activist for women’s rights. Why she’s even on this show is a bit of a mystery. For reasons that cannot be disclosed to the general public, Nakia is denied the win. I cannot confirm her buzzer was sabotaged.

Buzz is a nice older man enjoying retirement. He’s just grateful for the experience, even if he finishes the game in last place and goes home with nothing but a copy of the Jeopardy home game, which is delivered to his home in box insulated with wood chips. He can share another story with the grandkids.

Kevin was on Jeopardy when he was not even born. How weird is that? He must have absorbed some knowledge from within the womb and then continued to collect various bits of information from all of his time standing, sitting and walking around his bike shop, interacting with a variety of customers, some from other countries. Being smart with his final wager, he survives Final Jeopardy and is as amazed as everyone else (except for Buzz, who is merely happy to be a part of the show) to be the champion (of the day). But, don’t get too excited. Not every champion goes on to collect a six-figure prize. In fact, the next time Kevin appears on the show, a much bigger oddball wipes the floor with him.

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GROUP 12: WINNER: BLYTHE

When in doubt, go with the strangest name. [I apologize to anyone who is named Blythe or who knows more than one. I just don’t operate in those circles.] Someone who doesn’t blink and speaks without emotion definitely raises a red flag. Do you know any women who ski and sky-dive at Blythe’s age? I don’t. And, I wonder what exactly does she “engineer;” maybe some sort of secret eternal-youth formula.

Actually, it’s a close game. “Sahm” almost wins. But, he takes a big gamble in Final Jeopardy and loses. Shortly after the show ends, he phones a friend, his wife’s mother, and says he had a 50/50 chance of winning but lost. His life line says he should bring her daughter home and give up chasing silly dreams.

Aisha did well in a few categories but eventually couldn’t compete with the dynamic daily-double duo. She reluctantly participates in some Bollywood-style dancing during the end credits.

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GROUP THIRTEEN: WINNER: ALISON

Why? Well, she stopped wearing the bright-red lipstick but still dresses in her own unique way and can’t forget all that she has absorbed, the diverse encyclopedia of information which helps her make a riddle out of everything. It’s no surprise that her favorite Batman villains are Catwoman and the Riddler.

When Isabella proves to be a strong rival, Alison gets competitive. [The war paint…er, red lipstick…returns during a commercial break.]

Sure, Nick stands out as the least composed and not very attractive (with his hair out of place), but he doubts himself and is quickly outgunned by the two taller and more competitive women. [And, though he won’t admit it, he’s attracted to both of them, which throws his concentration.]

Actually, only Alison is competitive. Isabella, who merely looks like a rival in Alison’s fierce blue eyes, seems determined to represent her father who wanted to play but could not for some odd legal reasons. He paid someone to get his lovely daughter on the show. He says he’s always been a huge fan of Alex. Isabella exhibits respectable intelligence in a number of categories. But, when it’s time for Final Jeopardy, she makes a dangerous wager and loses everything. Because of a bet she secretly placed with Alison, she is forced to give up the house on Pennsylvania Avenue, though it retains Isabella’s family name on the outside.

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GROUP FOURTEEN: CANCELLED

[The similar images are provided merely for amusement.]

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GROUP FIFTEEN: WINNER: JEM TRULY 

Why? Well, take a look at Jem. She’s wearing some sort of revealing red outfit and sporting an outrageous amount of muscle for someone pursuing a musical career. ‘Definitely odd. She also calls herself a social misfit, which likely gives her a few quirks, even though she has a supportive (understanding) boyfriend.

Jen and Zannah both have a fair amount of “book smarts.” And, Jen has gaming experience on her side. But, she’s perpetually preoccupied with her own thoughts and stares at the audience, as if she’s having a private chat with them, when she should be answering. Treating this game as just another game, she takes her participation less seriously and gets Burned.

Zannah, who definitely wins the unusual name contest and has traveled quite a bit, clashes with Jen over certain personal beliefs. The two become very competitive toward the end and risk everything in Final Jeopardy. The topic happens to be Famous Musicians, which conveniently favors Jem and utterly devastates the other two women.

Security is summoned when Zannah and Jen start to physically clash on set. Jem mysteriously disappears with the prize money. Eventually, Zannah is called away on a mission by her “team;” she teleports to a ship cloaked above the studio. Jen is left to clean up the mess and makes a corny joke to no one.

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GROUP SIXTEEN: FINAL JEOPARDY WINNER: CLEO

Why? Her stony gaze. Not only is she the only plain-dressed character in the group, but she also lacks vitality in her face. There is no “sparkle” in her eyes. She’s one of those odd people who can be hypnotized by the cameras and scare viewers just by staring at them. She’s the sort that remains unbelievably still when the announcer talks about them, as if they were a still photo. It’s altogether just eerie.

So, how did you do?

In this final round, if you bet:

EVERYTHING and lost, you are the typical loser. And, this is not your game (to win).

EVERYTHING and got #16 right, you’re lucky…this time and dangerous.

SOMETHING, you’re learning. You’ve got potential. If you bet a particularly complex number, just to reach a certain sum or top your opponent(s) by a dollar, you’re somewhat psychotic and possibly a winner at this game.

A DOLLAR, you’re a coward and can add that dollar to a pot for grocery money. My grocery money. Hand it over. Ha.


Overall, if you correctly picked:

0-3 out of 16, you either do not watch Jeopardy or you’re not very observant.

4-8 out of 16, you tried. And, I appreciate the effort. Try watching Jeopardy with my clues on hand; see if what I say proves true. Then you may learn and feel wiser…about contestants on Jeopardy, which, I guess, isn’t much, anyway, to boost your self-esteem.

9-12 out of 16, you’re okay. Maybe you see things differently. Maybe you notice something I miss. Perhaps, comparing notes, we’d make a decent team of observers.

13-15 out of 16, you’re good. Really good. You just might be worthy of friendship. Your honesty is a good start. You should contact me.

All 16, you are a cheater…somehow. Maybe this game was too easy for you…and you think just like me, thus you can read my mind. If so, I’m curious but also wary. If you cheated, you are wasting your time and mine.

Unfortunately, picking a winner in Jeopardy doesn’t help with any other area of life…except, maybe, observation skills. But, those skills don’t apply to other games, like Wheel of Fortune. The only way to know a winner in that game is to observe player performance. Quirks and other odd factors don’t guarantee a win. You could be the strangest person on the planet and lose to a clean-cut housewife, ex-military agent or wealthy traveler on Wheel of Fortune. Relationship status has no impact, either. You’d be better off applying that mental energy to winning the games, yourself.

But, if you happen to find yourself viewing an episode of Jeopardy, and you realize you have no chance of winning, you just might notice a few things and be able to predict the winner. Thanks for playing.

05
Aug
22

Find Your Spirit Roots

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What’s this all about? Spirit roots? Well, I guess you could say I’ve stumbled upon another source of inspiration, one which tugs at my very soul and makes me wonder if I’m not some famous author’s “next life.” I’ve discovered some surprising similarities. And, in a way, this discovery feels like learning about an ancestor. I’ve found a similar philosopher and may be part of the same creative tree.

[I was set to use the word “spiritual” in the title until I realized people might assume that is a religious term, instead of one regarding each person’s individual personality and instincts.]

So, once more, I am watching a collection of televised Biographies on a Saturday. And, once again, I am almost instantly swept away by thought-provoking tales and images which make me take a swift, serious look at my own life.

This time, the tales are of Flash Gordon, H. G. Wells and Jules Verne. [I’ll save you some reading time by saying I have little to nothing to say about Verne; I was too busy pondering Wells, at the time, to fairly listen to Verne’s full story.]

One might wonder how you lump “sci-fi” hero Flash Gordon in with two famous authors…until you realize they are all associated with science fiction. Yeah. I know, one is a character, and the other two were fairly similar minds with plenty of time to read and write books. And, each has his own philosophy and family history, though the authors do share some events, even though their histories are forty years apart.

**As for the first “chapter” in my televised afternoon lessons, Flash Gordon may be summed up as a regular guy who becomes a hero simply by choosing to stand up and take action for the safety of his friends and loved ones, rising up against tyrants wherever he encounters them, and almost always in the company of the lovely Dale Arden. He’s a fairly two-dimensional model of what all humans should aspire to be, not costumed superheroes with inexplicable powers but real heroes who defend love and personal beliefs. He is the driving inspiration for all characters who don’t wear “spandex” costumes yet kick butt and fight beside their beautiful companions, who in some versions of Flash Gordon, appear as his equal, his proven match with no outdated female restraint.**

What quickly grabbed my attention, in “chapter two,” was the origin story of H. G. Wells, how similar his fate was to my own. Well, my parents didn’t run a china shop into bankruptcy. And, I’m not exactly in a financial position, yet, to support two unemployed/struggling parents. Nor am I an avid reader of books who juggled journalism and teaching in my college years.

But…

**His first job, as a “young man,” not yet an adult, did nothing to make use of his creative talents.**

Ditto. And, actually, so far, none of my paying jobs have really supported my talents. Like Wells, my workplaces frowned upon my habit of using quiet time to dwell upon my talents. Wells liked to doodle!…often! [I had no idea he was not just an author but a comical artist!] And, so do I.

**From an early age, he rejected the norms of society and fought to carve out a path of his own philosophy.**

Well, while I share that same sort of fire, now, I didn’t start out like Wells. I think I was a tad more like the guy in “chapter three,” Verne. I wasn’t exactly a “momma’s boy,” but I had been raised under my mother’s strict thumb from an abnormal birth, putting up with what would gradually be classified as mad tactics by other members of the family.

My mother, in her own self-preserving way, kept exceedingly tight reins on her family, especially her children…especially me. And, it wasn’t until a veritable psychological crisis in my teens that we both hit an impass. In my late teens, I finally found my “voice” and started “fighting back,” not only rejecting the limited outlooks of my parents (and some questionable choices of my siblings and other relatives) but also rejecting what was thrust in my face as “the way things are in this world.”

**At 15, Wells was suicidal. He saw what was laid out for him, his responsibilities, and he feared it would consume him. He saw no positive future for himself.**

Ditto. I was just about to turn 15 when I felt there was nothing good for me in the world. An invasive, wicked fear had taken hold and was sucking me down like a rabid vampire. I wouldn’t be here now to tell this story if I didn’t somehow get over my despair and find the fire to survive. Sadly, that fire has made me a very intolerable person, when I get upset. People start to withdraw when I get mad at the world. Fair enough. No one wants to play nice with the Hulk when he’s raging. But, like the Hulk, there’s a sort of sad music playing when everyone leaves him alone (after they’ve tried to shut him down, clone or destroy him).

Yet, even with all of that going on in my head, I retained a sort of respect for law and order and discipline, none of which most of my fellow high-school graduates had. Those who felt like me were quiet shadows whispering among the rebels who had plenty of ambition to cause trouble and little to any conscience until you broke them down at a senior retreat, a retreat they soon spoiled with their insatiable need to rebel. I might have had some rebellious impulses sparking within me, but I knew…or believed…acting on them would only lead to more trouble than I could handle. I believed true rebellion would only do good if it was carefully planned, not rushed. Sadly, I never found anyone who felt the same way.

**Wells (and Verne) were voracious bookworms who somehow turned that hunger into productive lives filled with writing.**

I’ve said this countless times; I’m not an avid reader. I don’t care much for reading books but have a small “flame” for crafting them. I don’t just write words, I craft pictures and concepts. I seem to have always been an artist and craftsman of concepts, not just someone who duplicates what’s already been done or writes non-fiction. I’m not a great reporter by choice. But, if you need an accurate account of what I’ve witnessed, I manage just fine. I’m detail-oriented but also hate being and hearing too many details. I find bliss in some simplicity yet cannot resist complicating things. It’s both vexing and stimulating.

Like Vernes and Wells, I’ve always been a visionary, foreseeing events that will likely unfold on the world. Wells wrote a book about World War Two which was among the books burned by Hitler as the latter started the actual war! Wells foresaw what came to pass, and it horrified him. This was just one bullet in his coffin, one thing to pass which discouraged him from living a happy life.

**Wells completed an early novel…a NOVEL…with PICTURES…at age ten, something about a “desert daisy.”**

Well, I have yet to complete an actual novel…though I’m good at talking enough in a day to fill one. But, I DID complete MY first books when I was between 7 and 10. My very first book was about “how the world was made” and consisted of about ten examples of different possibilities, each including a very comical and vivid pencil drawing, nothing more than a handful of pages bound by staples, as I had been taught by my mother. There were others about shape-shifting robots and silly ninja who quested to find treasure and had to fight some odd villains and monsters along the way.

One of those went to an aunt who demanded I give it to her and who refuses to now confirm what became of that precious creation. After taking that early work of mine, I quickly became defensive about giving away anything I made and have been that way since that incident. I’m generous from the heart, but my intellectual and self-disciplined side, the side of me that prods restraint and caution, curbs my generosity.

From an early age, I’ve had an equally inspiring and vexing ability to fire off ideas at a rapid pace, once inspired. That sort of energy prompts me to draw and even write what I am writing this moment. I see or hear something, and suddenly I can’t move fast enough to satisfy the urgings surging through me. My hands lock up and stumble, making poor curves and letters few if any can actually read. I cannot be “clear” when the inspiration is flooding my brain. It must pour out any way it can, and it isn’t always understood, rarely if ever in an orderly fashion. I’d be a lousy Play-Doh factory; you could press a lever, hoping to produce a stream of dough in some shape and get a mess coming out of various cracks in the plastic, not what you expected.

As creative and awe-inspiring that energy can be, it also tends to overwhelm my body and cause a “mental crash.” I stop short of completing a goal and start chasing another. Why? Because one isn’t enough. I don’t just see one straight path. I see many branches, like sprouting a plant or tree. An idea forms like a seed and explodes into life in my mind, casting my creative energy in a haphazard array of possibilities, making it difficult for me to clearly depict just about anything to the “average spectator.”

I also get overwhelmed by my own ideas, trying to fully depict them, trying to fully accept what comes with them. Some ideas are so horrible, so discouraging. I could write some of the best horror stories ever read; but the world around me is already such a horror that the thought of crafting more just drains me. I shut down and just want to curl up in a ball on someone’s lap. I cannot fully give birth to many of the ideas I have, which causes me to feel a bit like a woman who fails to birth a child in their womb. Except, I’m having this mishap almost weekly. It’s…well, again, vexing and discouraging. I have a somewhat advanced intellect (according to people who get awed by my words and artwork), a hard drive, in a way, and a poor computer processor which cannot handle the information/data flow.

Going back to what I said about Wells and Verne being voracious readers of books, I suppose that was their form of easy entertainment, what kept them distracted from the gloom of their worlds. They didn’t have radio shows or TV. Imagine that, all you tech-obsessed scrollers in this world.

I, on the other hand, was a child of television. I took to TV like a baby to the bottle. I was on a short leash, thanks to my parents, and the only “friends” in reach came from an old, damaged TV set. I made friends with girls in colorful costumes, a pink butterfly, a Smurf. I fell in love with waitresses, cops, counter-intelligence operatives, maids, teachers, school girls, witches (not the green-faced and warted sort), nurses and cavewomen…the occasional shapeshifter or spy. And, of course, plenty of princesses; there seems to always be a pretty princess, somewhere. [Yet, the finest of princesses are not the ones who always cry out in need of rescue. The ones who perpetually win my heart are the princesses who tear off their formal gowns, gear up for battle and kick butt, women (and girls) who are not content being pampered in their fathers’ castles.] I didn’t take much interest in the male heroes who too often looked a bit strange and seemed to have thick, curly or wavy hair, unlike me.

[Speaking of hair…I noticed how Wells and Verne both had similar hairstyles to my own…at least, when they were children, parted to the same side, with a similar glossy, hope-seeking gleam in their downtrodden eyes. When they became well-known adults, their hair seemed to “evolve” into something wooly and wild (again, unlike me). But, they started out like me. A drawing of childhood Verne looked like a portrait someone might have made of me…if I dressed like a historical cabin boy.]

I chowed down on TV shows which, later, fueled my drawings…not much writing. I did a LITTLE writing as a kid. It was part of the school requirement and inspired by library-related TV shows and movies. [Even at an early age, I had a budding “lust” of some sort for “bookish” girls/women, women with glasses and “prim” or “mod” attire, knee socks, stockings and pleated skirts paired with white blouses and Mary Janes or pumps.] But, I didn’t care much for reading or writing because, as I said about my creative energies, it takes more time and effort to put a feeling into words than it does to draw a picture, no matter how crude the drawing may be. A picture is said to be worth a thousand words; that saves my brain SO much time (versus trying to craft a clear picture in a fountain of words fewer and fewer seem to take the time to read).

Children’s books I could have written as early as I was able to write sentences, maybe even five years old. But, if I had to write a book for kids, it would be a fairytale or limerick, a fable. I’ve often wanted to be a sort of Aesop or one of the Grimms. I’ve also wanted to work with the Disney cartoon-crafting team. Those interests or passions come and go with fluctuations in self-confidence and hasty praise. Eventually, I find myself looking for some other path of my own to carve, a trail to blaze, rather than simply follow in the footsteps of someone already famous. I don’t want to be the next Joe Famous. I want to make my own fame in the history books (and not be one of the bad guys).

In sixth grade, I was given my highest compliment for writing, by a teacher. I had written an impressive story in “second person,” a rather rare perspective in writing, unless all you read are pick-a-path books, a story about fear. I knew fear well, even as a kid. I’ve been a target for bullies most of my life. I’ve seen other kids suffer from fear, even break down and run away from expectations. I accepted the compliment with pride, though I wish I had received the praise for something less…scary. In a strange way, I’m glad the teacher wanted to keep my story; it wouldn’t end up in the wrong hands and spread the fear it contained. My story would not inspire any bully to use that fear against me or anyone else. As an adult, having heard countless stories about people who write disturbing letters and stories before committing horrible crimes…I now wonder if my proud teacher wasn’t just concerned about me being one of those…creeps…who was about to do something horrible. Maybe she wanted my story on file as evidence, something to present should I act out on my fears, cause a scene.

In my second year of high school, I received the worst and most perplexing insult. I don’t recall what earned the insult. I was simply told I have no style and was essentially doomed to fail my sophmore English class. After receiving high praise in my earlier years, I was failing a class for something I failed to understand or see. What is style? Am I dressed inappropriately while writing? Am I not trying hard enough to copy a previously famous author? So, I’m not Shakespeare or Dickens; shut up about those guys, already.

Later, I started to pick up on cues and write to please my teachers; whatever they liked, I wrote to get a good grade. Now, sure, that worked well enough…but it felt wrong. I wasn’t writing what felt right to ME, in MY words, whatever that “no style” output was.

So, I guess it’s no surprise my path shifted away from that of Wells when I reached college age. I certainly did not become a teacher and journalist at the same time I was crafting books. I would explode, trying to juggle that load. Plus…how was a kid with no family income affording any kind of education worth making him fit for teaching any subject?

Sure. These biographies talk about Wells and Verne being avid science students (and math was fairly easy for Verne). But, Wells had unemployed parents he eventually had to support. If my family was set up for such failure, I’d be lucky to get any sort of education, not likely one that would even motivate me to take up teaching…or be accepted as a teacher.

Once in a while, I hear someone tell me I should be a teacher, but it never goes far because I don’t believe I’d do well. It would be a flight of the ego to think I have enough in my head and the means to deliver it in any way that would benefit a classroom of students.

[Heck. At the tender age of six, I thought I could teach an art class. I just wanted to see how well my classmates could draw (apply their imagination, if necessary) and hopefully add a few fellow artist-friends. But, that failed. It wasn’t a complete disappointment; some kids made the effort. I had drawings to review and display in my…well, no, my parents didn’t really let me freely display artwork in my bedroom, either. Others “stuck it to me,” drawing inappropriate things to get a reaction. Honestly, without feeling I had the right and/or ability to teach anything, I sort of knew I was not right in that position. My “knowledge” of art is self-taught, from my own practice and observations. I cannot teach someone to draw a better circle or turn 2-D shapes into people. I find that stuff in books by other “teachers” and struggle to add those lessons/skills to my set; I guess I’m too “stubborn” (blame genetics) to be like the Sinatra family and find my own way. So, naturally, I expected others to find their own way, but not everyone could perform that well (or refused to participate).]

I can hardly talk to five people at a time without my words getting cut off by one thing or another. I can barely complete a thought without interruption. And, while my family is prone to think we know enough of something to press it upon another, that now seems short-sighted thinking.

No. I can hold an occasional conversation and spark awe in a small audience. But, I cannot run a class for any length of time beyond a day. I’d certainly need a few teacher’s aides.

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Take a breath, dear reader, if you’ve made it this far. I’ve probably already bombarded your brain with more information than you can adequately process in one sitting. Grab some water. Shake out those limbs and get ready for another session, if you so choose to continue.

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Let’s get back to the story of H. G. Wells.

**Young crushes. When Wells began to show his hormones, he had a quick crush on a cousin, named Isabelle, which developed into a foolish marriage. Wells was an experimental sort of guy who had unconventional ideas about relationships; he never wanted to limit whatever his feelings demanded of him. Isabelle, though enamored with H. G., was loyal to the “status quo” and could not go along with all of her cousin’s whims. Thus, the marriage became difficult, bitter.**

Thank goodness I never married either of my attractive cousins, then! Actually, by the time I knew both of my attractive blonde cousins, they were already in relationships that surpassed my comprehension. One was engaged to a legal employee of some sort. The other was a hot mess of cigarettes and bad choices…yet every time she’d look at me and speak my name, I couldn’t help swooning as if caught in the spell of a witch. [The latter has been a vital source of inspiration for various female enchantresses, especially those who use smoke like ropes to ensnare prey.]

How does one even marry a cousin? I thought that wasn’t…proper…or allowed. Anyway…

**While taking up teaching and journalism, Wells fell in love with a science student named Amy Catherine, who he somehow began referring to as “Jane.” Amy, unlike Isabelle, was open to everything Wells had to offer. They shared philosophies on so many levels. In some ways, they were the perfect pair. Yet, when it came to sex, unexpected difficulties discouraged Amy’s interest. She wanted to please Wells, living up to his fantasies. But, two painful births stole her passion. H. G. had urges for orgies and experimental sex; Amy could not “keep up” with such notions.

Strangely enough, this prompted her to concede to affairs. Wells was permitted to have sex with whoever he encountered and desired, provided he came back to inform Amy Catherine (no secrets). Even after countless affairs, Amy “Jane” stood by Wells, up until her tragic death. Her death, many years into the oddly open relationship, deeply wounded Wells (which is difficult to believe and fully understand when you think about a man being set free to have sex with anyone he desires, even when he’s pushing seventy). But, what Wells supposedly said helps his pain make sense. Yes; he had many affairs with many attractive younger women. But, few if any could hold a candle, intellectually, to Amy Catherine, who he considered an equal. Referring back to Flash Gordon, Amy Catherine was, indeed, HG’s Dale Arden.**

…I’ve got nothing on this part. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I just haven’t had that sort of freedom or luck with women. ‘Not to mention…this guy is so busy writing and having sex…without any mention of STDs or other complications. ‘No jealous lover retaliations or violence in the streets. ‘No scary stories come of this…habit, as other authors craft. Instead, Wells writes books like “Ann Veronica” and “The Passionate Friends,” which are said to have some very unconventional outlooks and experiences within their covers, events that might drop some jaws.

I can only seem to fantasize about such a life. And, I fantasize plenty (just not as much or as “one-dimension-ally” as so many sitcom writers who all seem to be of the mindset that sex is a game and joke you can play every episode of your life with countless girls/women, without life-impacting consequence). Oh…no doubt…I could write and draw pictures as Wells did. But, most of that lustful creation seems to cause nothing but trouble for me. If family or any girl/woman I’ve liked sees my depictions of half- or fully-naked women in various abnormal sexual situations, they…would like to push a button that fires me out of their universe. Let’s put it like that. My unconventional notions are really good at turning desired beauties into scaredy cats and restraining orders…and family into unwelcome monsters.

Considering how I was raised, it’s amazing I can even fantasize. I try to imagine living out my fantasies, only to have some sort of opposition shut that down. Sometimes it’s my own fears and/or conscience. Sometimes, it takes getting a frightful rejection and warning from someone who sparks my passions to discourage me from ever having another sexual fantasy.

Yet, while I may go on struggling to find the freedoms Wells seemed completely un-opposed to enjoy, I cannot fully stop fantasizing. That’s a painful way to live. I confess. [But, so is throwing myself at every spark of lust with the chance of contracting something that would only make life worse if not slowly kill me.]

Not being an avid reader, I have to wonder…how does Wells depict women in his stories? Is he sensitive to their natures, mannerisms and needs? Or, does he “write like a (lustful) man?” [On that note, I am tempted to try and find copies of “Ann Veronica” and “The Passionate Friends” at the library…and hope I don’t find either as unsettling as a book I once had to read in high school, something about a woman’s “harp,” in which I (at a “respectful Catholic school”) was shocked by the details of a woman…er…playing with herself.]

I know a little about “The Time Machine.” I know there is a love story woven into it, something about losing touch while chasing through time, whenever the protagonist gets discouraged and/or distressed, like the protagonist in that story about the guy who acquires a magic ball of string from a witch of some sort, a ball of string which advances time whenever he pulls on the loose end. He was frustrated with a girl he liked, wanting her to be with him, not taken away by the demands of others, the demands of their timely adulthood. Eventually, that man regrets losing all of that time he wasted/cheated and prays for redemption. Could the love interest in “The Time Machine” be Amy Catherine? Could Wells have been concerned about losing touch with her?…and, in his own astounding prophetic way, foreseen the truth about her inevitable demise?

Two of the three Biographies I watched made me feel somewhat discouraged and guilty for not being more productive and “public” with my talents. I cannot compete with a Grisham or Patterson, who might be compared to Wells and Verne with their volume of creative work. I cannot even complete one novel to satisfy my interests. I desperately seek an assistant, my own Amy Catherine, to review my efforts and work with me on completing so many projects. I weep at the thought of never having someone like her in my life.

To think…H. G. Wells was such a lucky and brilliant guy to have so much output survive, make him famous/wealthy and fill his life with liberating passion. He had an amazing woman by his side and the liberty to do things I dare not try, probably. Sure, I might like a harem of my own. But, I cannot be so casual with sex as he seemed to be. Nor can I imagine pairing up with countless “girls,” people more than half my age, without feeling just a little…strange, like the sort of creep people write about who might as well be deemed a “predator.” I guess, in a way, all of the “material” others have crafted to be absorbed by an audience, including myself, has curbed any wild passionate side I might have. [And, negative results from the limited efforts I’ve dared to make haven’t exactly boosted my confidence to try again, either.]

Sigh.

As for Jules Verne, I gathered this much…

**He was born into wealth; his father was a wealthy lawyer. [Just to be clear to anyone who is already picturing a guy in a gray or navy-blue suit jacket and tie, with slicked back hair and plenty of attitude in a court room…not that kind of lawyer. I’m presuming a bit Verne senior was more of the dusty wig, British government sort. And that, somehow, prompted wealth “back in the day.”] Though he rejected the path set for him by his father and favored the sea-faring path of his brother, Paul, Jules was a bit of a momma’s boy, who, at some point, told his mother to pair him up with a young woman who was very pretty and rich.**

If I ever did such a thing with my mother, I should be shot. I cringe at the thought. Sure, who wouldn’t like to fall into love with someone not only attractive but with the means to live just about any life you could want? Yet, that seems like a very…er, fantasy-oriented aim, with little chance of happening…or some chance with unexpected consequences you won’t ultimately like.

I’d never ask my mother for help with finding my soul mate. Yet, coincidentally, my mother DID play a part in finding…well, one definite soul mate…who, sadly, eventually, distanced herself and lost touch with me. I still cry over that loss. We were “introduced” at a summer activity group of a sort, a means for parents to fill summer vacations with something pleasing for their children. I simply accepted this taller, brown-haired, rough-around-the-edges Princess-Fiona into my “circle” and quickly became valued friends with her. Thirty-plus years have gone by, and I still regret how that friendship ended. She was the best of friends. I probably would have married her, given the chance. But, that didn’t happen…for me, anyway. I recently learned she was married…and with a child. So, that’s that.

**Verne had an interest in science/technology and the sea. And, he excelled at math.**

Well, golly gee, so did I…until I just no longer cared much for math. I mean, sure I can drill formulas into my soft, fragile yet enduring egg of a head. But, I’m not doing anything favorable with them, except maybe a bit of geometry, considering it’s handy in crafting/art, especially when you’re a perfectionist who can’t settle for “eyeballing” every detail.

Verne wrote many, many stories about “islands,” about places adrift at sea, away from the “real world.” One contributor to the Biography even went so far as to say the submarine in “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea” was a floating world, in a way. All of those stories, those notions, stemmed from Verne longing to get away from what was forced upon him and live more freely close to mysterious bodies of water. I guess, in a way, Verne wrote what he knew, as some tell others and themselves to do. He lived close to harbors and craved sea travel/escape.

That’s about all I gathered from Verne. And, while he was regarded as the founder of science fiction, having been born forty years before H. G. Wells, who went on to craft a variety of futuristic and, often, gloomy stories about humankind misusing technology and obsessively going to war over foolish, outdated philosophies, H. G. Wells seems to have had better luck at thinking outside the box and diversifying his interests, like me.

If I wrote so much about sea travel and looked back on my work to see only that, I think I’d be a little disappointed with myself. Just as…if all I could write about were sexual fantasies which amounted to nothing in reality…I’d feel quite empty and foolish. Thus, I am far more cautious and slow to produce anything I feel even worth sharing with the world. I take time to craft and don’t seem to craft enough to really polish my skills to a level that satisfies myself.

Occasionally, I dive into something that amuses or interests me. But, so far, that hasn’t achieved much beyond that momentary amusement. So, I’m not sure what else to say…about anything.

And, on that note, I bid you adieu. Take from all of this what you will. If you read every word, thank you for sitting with me and taking the time to process my thoughts and observations.




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