I'm an expert
I spent four years of my life acquiring a PhD. This makes me an expert in the use of transparency in computer interfaces. It's not a hugely useful or interesting expertise, but it's all mine. I'm pretty hot at sitting on the sofa, too.
What are you lot experts in?
( , Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:43)
I spent four years of my life acquiring a PhD. This makes me an expert in the use of transparency in computer interfaces. It's not a hugely useful or interesting expertise, but it's all mine. I'm pretty hot at sitting on the sofa, too.
What are you lot experts in?
( , Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:43)
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Wheel of Fortune
My expert talent lies in playing the TV gameshow "Wheel of Fortune" (sadly lacking from the UK program schedule). It began when I was a small girl dabbling my toes in the land of gameshows and was cultivated into a fearsome talent whenst living with my 80 year old Nan and her sharp-as-a-razor sister, Aunty Dot. Would come home from uni at 5:00pm to dinner on the table (gotta love the oldies food schedules) and the Wheel about to start. I always delighted in kicking Nan & Dotty's arses at the Wheel, getting in with the answer before any letters had been turned - or maybe 2 on a bad day. In the early days, to be fair, they'd pip me at the post on occasion and if sometimes I was feeling generous I'd let them win one just to keep the game alive. It's now become somewhat of a family tradition to play the Wheel when Nan and Dotty come over for tea, the best bit being when we've already solved the puzzle and Nan & Aunty Dot hurl insults at the twunts on screen still trying to get the damn thing right. To see 80+ year old women swearing and hollering abuse at the telly is one of life's greatest pleasures. I continue to be the unbeaten champ of the Wheel. Step forward any contenders.
( , Fri 24 Jun 2005, 14:02, Reply)
My expert talent lies in playing the TV gameshow "Wheel of Fortune" (sadly lacking from the UK program schedule). It began when I was a small girl dabbling my toes in the land of gameshows and was cultivated into a fearsome talent whenst living with my 80 year old Nan and her sharp-as-a-razor sister, Aunty Dot. Would come home from uni at 5:00pm to dinner on the table (gotta love the oldies food schedules) and the Wheel about to start. I always delighted in kicking Nan & Dotty's arses at the Wheel, getting in with the answer before any letters had been turned - or maybe 2 on a bad day. In the early days, to be fair, they'd pip me at the post on occasion and if sometimes I was feeling generous I'd let them win one just to keep the game alive. It's now become somewhat of a family tradition to play the Wheel when Nan and Dotty come over for tea, the best bit being when we've already solved the puzzle and Nan & Aunty Dot hurl insults at the twunts on screen still trying to get the damn thing right. To see 80+ year old women swearing and hollering abuse at the telly is one of life's greatest pleasures. I continue to be the unbeaten champ of the Wheel. Step forward any contenders.
( , Fri 24 Jun 2005, 14:02, Reply)
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