Mensa? Meh.
Name a city in Italy. Now name another one. Was one of those two Venice? Right.
Now name a city in Poland. Was it Warsaw? Right.
Stay with me now, one more.
Name a city in Switzerland.
Geneva, right? Right. Now name another.
(theme from Jeopardy playing)
What city did you think of?
How about Basel?
Yeah, that was one of the answers to a Mensa calendar quiz of the day.
Find three non-US cities in these sentences:
“Steven, I centered the whole trip on your wishes.
It is base logic to blame me.”“The Second World War saw much destruction.”
I’m not going to tell you the answers.
I’m not Mensa material. But I do like simple little quizzy word puzzles. The fact that I have never heard of Basel, Switzerland, demonstrates why I am not Mensa Man.
I am envious of Mensa members. In a passive-aggressive way. I get satisfaction when I can figger out one of their snotty, we-know-more-than-you tests. Even if is only on a calendar. I quietly think to myself, Mensa? Meh. I used to high-five myself, but pulled a muscle.
I think I have some Mensa-candidate readers.
If it wasn’t for that darn rule about felony convictions.
@TrailerParkBarbie: lol… I was gonna go there, but it would have cramped by style.
Thank you for the Basel reference. It has 165,000 pop., so it’s hardly a city in my way of thinking. I didn’t do the latest quiz at her site on Monday. Self-esteem problem.
Mensa? I thought that was a term related to “lady time”.
GLS…Like you, I love taking those Mensa quizzes. And, I do pretty darn well on most of them. ‘Cept, I’ve never heard of Basel.
@Gretchen: Oh yeah, now you’re making excuses on why you aren’t like THEM. In addition to the felony conviction, I think being a Mommy Blogger disqualifies you. ROTTWEILER.
(Rolling On The Tile Enjoying Immense Laughter, Even Regurgitated!)
I should point out that I got into Mensa on my SATs, rather than by taking the bullshit test. I never would have passed the test. Same thing goes for Ben.
Gretchen’s last blog post..Diagnosing Strep Throat.
@Winston: Great story to tell on yourself.
Many years ago when I was much smarter and better looking, not to mention thinner, I got the Mensa paperwork, thinking perhaps I should add it to my list of creds. I didn’t understand the application…
Winston’s last blog post..Desperado: The Old Boys Still Got It…
Dude! You hush. I’m taking penicillin as a precaution, since I was the sick nurse. Also, I think his brother and sister are the ones who brought it home from day care and did not catch it, just passed it on to Sam, as some kid at day care had strep a couple of weeks ago.
Gretchen’s last blog post..Diagnosing Strep Throat.
@Gretchen: Glad for Sam! Who’s next?
Oh, so you KNEW you were being snotty to me! Yeah, we Mensans are like that. Too bad so many of us are underachievers and not good for very much besides useless information. For example, Ben and me.
Sam is as right as rain today, thank God. He spent last evening arguing with his little brother and calling him a douchebag behind my back, just like always.
Gretchen’s last blog post..Diagnosing Strep Throat.
@Gretchen: YES, I remember you were both in Mensa. See? That’s just so like Mensa people. Brag. Brag. Brag.
Now I do appreciate that you know Lodz and told me it was pronounced wooj. That will come in handy someday.
Sam getting well?
Well, you are about to learn what a giant asshole I am. Ben and I were both members of Mensa way before we knew each other. (And no, we didn’t meet through Mensa; we met at work.) Thing is, though, I couldn’t stand the Mensa “look how smart I am” types. I was associated with Hell’s Mensans, the group who drank a lot and hot-tubbed in our underwear.
The first Polish city I thought of was Lodz (pronounced “wooj”). So there. But then again I’m of Polish ancestry.
Gretchen’s last blog post..Days Gone By.