No for real. We're hot.

Have you all seen the comments on the Qu?zmaster's blog? Some guy named jose-reyes seems to insinuate that HGS does not in fact put the "hot" in hot grad students! The horror!

On that note, in a much more flattering comment, Wickens says HGS might set up a dynasty if left unchecked. I called it! I now crown us the Brazil of pub quiz leagues.

Also, in non-trivia news, what do you do when a student asks you why you chose the texts you did? As in: "Why are we reading Watchmen instead of V for Vendetta?" Oddly enough, this is the same student who asked me about 9/11. I can't wait to see what he'll ask next. Possibilities: Hilary or Obama? Stewart or Colbert? Myanmar or Burma? Carleton Grange or Britinn?

Omigod we are like soooo awesome. And hot.

The theme of this post is: We won.

We won on Wednesday. 50 points outta 53. lemur catta, GTA Feghoot, parenthesis (girl) and me, LSW, were awesome as usual. Mad props, though, to Mister Ray, who provided the following answer: "Bruce Dickinson." Sweet chili peppers, but that was bitchin'.

The final was on Saturday. lemur catta, GTA Feghoot, parenthesis (girl) and I were there to take the hardest fucking quiz I've had to take since bloody high school Calculus. lemur catta's spouse (wife? life partner?), formerly of Team-o Supreme-o, was also there to lend a hand. Admittedly, we came in fourth place for the night (67 points outta 85), but it was enough to win the league. $200 bar tab here we come!

I'd write more, but dressing like a tart on Saturday (as per the theme: "Vicars and Tarts") has worn me out a bit. Low-cut tops and knee-high boots! Oh my!

The Short Happy Tales of Hot Grad Students

Howdy do folks!

Now if'n this were yer run-o-the-mill day, I'da regale ya with tales of the glories of HGS. Alas, I am a grad student, meanin' I'm as busy as a funeral home fan in Ju-ly.

An' let's face it: the story stays the same. We put the hot in Hot Grad Students. We're as hot as a June bride on a featherbed. We're as hot as a billy goat in a pepper patch. We're as smart as a tree full o' owls. Ya get the drill.

We didn't win, but those wily Van Buren Boys didn't beat us neither. HGS and VBB, the top two contenders at the Britinn pubs quiz, tied for third with thirty-eight points. Whew! This contest is a comin' down to the wire. It's gonna be so close there might be a photo finish. Lord willin' and the creek don't rise, look for HGS to be there, bustin' out like Secretariat. Or sumptin' like that.

Vivere est cogitare; or Anno Regni Hot Grad Students

Yep, LSW's gonna show off her fancy-pants BA edgumacation, and scrawl out this here post in half-American, half-Latin.

What can I say, y'all? HGS held absolutum dominium at last week's Britinn Pub Quiz, ringing in an impressive XLIII points out of XLVI. We proved once again that ipsa scientia potestas est. The highlights:

lemur catta, of course, is Regis Geographiae. But, in a stunning turn o' events, he got a sports question right. Rounders? Rounders? Video, sed non credo!

parenthesis girl is Regina Carmenae Profundus. A pedibus usque ad caput, that gal's one smart cookie.

GTA Feghoot is Regis Umbrae-moenia-caverna-Platae-movent-ae. (What? There ain't no word for "film" in Latin! I'ma doin' the best I can here!) Luceat lux vestra, GTA Feghoot, cuz there ain't no bushels 'roun' these parts.

Alistair LaQuisha Spiritrunner is Regina Aquae. A mari usque ad mare, Alistair knows her book learnin' real good.

And me? My contributions can be summed up in one astute phrase: Ut proverbium loguitur vetus, "Te audire no possum, musa sapienum fixa est in aura!" Yep. I'm the ringer!

In the long long ago, Julius Caesar may have said, "Veni, vidi, vici." HGS, however, walked off with their bottle of pomegranate vodka, a true tribute to the gods, proclaiming, "Venimus, vidimus, spurious brutus deitrum covimus!"

An interjection: Weirdbeard continues his hecklin', even after a sound thrashin' at the hands of HGS. Dude, as the Romans mighta said, "Fuck off!"

HGS, it's time to head on back to the Britinn like the Romans invaded Britannia. And, just like the Romans, we'll walk in with swords drawn, and on the field of battle cry out, "Ad victoriam!"

Well, I'm au bout de son latin (obviously), so I'll leave y'all with this:

Vale, lacerte!

Translations:

Vivere est cogitare: To live is to think.
Anno regni: In the year of the reign
Absolutum dominium: Absolute dominium
XLIII: 43
XLVI: 46
Ipsa scientia potestas est: knowledge itself is power
Regis Geographiae: King of Geography
Video sed non credo: I see it, but I can't believe it
Regis Carmenae Profundus: Queen of Esoteric Music
A pediubus usque caput: From top to toe
Regis: King
Umbrae-moenia-caverna-Platae-movent-ae: Shadows moving on the wall of Plato's cave. (poor attempt at a mutli-hyphenated word in the genitive case)
Luceat lux vestra: Let your light shine
Regina Aquae: Queen of Water
A mari usque ad mare: From sea to sea
Ut proverbium loguitur vetus, te audire no possum, musa sapienum fixa est in aura: As the old proverb says, "I'm sorry, I can't hear you, I have a banana stuck in my ear."
Veni, vidi, vici: I came, I saw, I conquered.
Venimus, vidimus, spurious brutus deitrum covimus: We came, we saw, we tore the thick bastards limb from limb.
Ad victoriam: To victory
Au bout de son latin: at the end of one's Latin (which is in French, actually)
Vale, lacerte!: Later gators!