Thanks to everyone who spurned Holywood's odious vanity pageant on Sunday to instead hang out with us and answer funny questions about... um... the Oscars. It was more fun than a theaterful of grumpy Clooney.

I stole that gif from the Four Four Oscars recap, which is the best thing on the Internet right now. If you didn't see the Oscars (and I know you didn't, because we were hanging out), do yourself a favor and click on that link. In fact, here it is again.

Ok, you're back? Good. Let's talk trivia. We had a sweet crowd, full of attractive regulars and not-so-bad-yourself newbies. Scores were lowish, but that's cool, right? Sort of old-school 331 trivia. I've looked through our question archive, and this quiz used to be fucking hard you guys.

All of which makes this week's winning team that much more impressive. It's that weekly name-changing crew we've grown to love over the years, who for this week at least are known as I Like to Watch You Sleep (43 points). Right back atcha, ladies.

Coming in second, it's our favorite blurry/fuzzy/shadowy team, I'll Catch You In My Death Bag (37 points). Now that I've mocked them online, maybe next week they'll show up a little more in focus.

Hey, it's our third place team, The Specials! They got 35 points, won the tiebreaker (if you call being 5,000 Academy members short of the correct answer a "win"), and celebrated the 26th birthday of one of their members. (Kristin? Christy? She's the glowing one, second to the left).

And coming in fourth, losing the tiebreaker, it's Snitches End Up In Ditches, whom, now that I've looked closely at this picture, I challenge to a cribbage match. My cribbage game cannot be stopped.

Our Learn-Some-Shitters made off with their Common Good Books giftcard before I could snatch their picture. No biggie; they weren't even the real losers, as Team Dunce Cap took off before we could even give them a prize. Oh well. The unphotographed team was called Tautological something-something. Wizard? Macaroni? Something like that. Let's just put it this way: Their name was whatever they named themselves.

That's how George Clooney feels about logic jokes.

See you next week!

xo,

chuck

Greeting trivianatics, and welcome to another episode of "This is what you did last Sunday night." You guys crushed some questions like the U.S. men's hockey team crushes pucks, particularly Canadian pucks, which everyone knows are of questionable craftsmanship. The most impressive feat of this trivia Olympiad: The rapadoo, a Chuck original for once, which challenged your knowledge of cars far too expensive for any of you to drive. Specifically, their hood ornaments:

That, friends, is the angel bowing. This would be the emblem with the stallion:

  Technically the Mustang logo is also a stallion, but do you really think these guys roll in an American car?

Yeah. No.

The trickiest part of the evening came during our weekly examination of Judeo philosophy, the Jewbilee-doo. "Why aren't catfish kosher?" Many people think the answer is some variation of "They're bottom feeders" or "They scavenge their food" or "They eat poop." All may be true, but none are the reason the delicious whiskered critter is frowned upon by the chosen people. In fact, carp are also bottom feeders, probably don't thumb (or fin, rather) their noses at a tasty morsel of poo, and yet are perfectly acceptable. Why? They have scales and fins. Catfish (and sharks, and swordfish) do not have scales, and are therefore banned. Lucky them.

I really can't post enough giant catfish photos. Here's another:

And who can forget this record-setter:

Now compare that silky smooth skin to the scales on this beauty:

I rest my case. Anyone who wants to talk more about fish is welcome to join my fish fry club, the Northeast Minneapolis Anti-Ungulate League.

Alright, enough horsing around, dagummit. Let's get to the winners. Coming in first, grabbing the coveted $25 bar tab from the lovely 331 Club, it's I'll Catch You In My Death Bag!

That's what they look like in the bar's mirror, anyway. Here's a slightly better shot:

Very nice.

Second place: My goodness, it's The Specials:

Gooooooo team!

They won a $10 gift certificate to my very favorite grocer, Sentyrz Market. Best meat counter in Northeast. Plus did I mention they sell booze? It's like a little slice of Wisconsin, right in our backyard.

And coming in a very close third, I give you JP6000:

Check out the composition of that picture! A perfect triangle. Like the lines this this photo, my iPhone camera skills are unparalleled. (Hey-o, geometry joke!)

And coming in fourth, winning, I think, a wine opener, and possibly some kind of datebook that tracks car maintenance, meet Teaming with Glee:

They broke into song a split second after this photo was taken.

Great work everyone! See you for the final February quiz this Sunday!

xo

chuck

Who dat winning trivia for only the second time ever? Why it's The Specials!

I'd be proud to be in their number.

Coming in a close second, and winning a chance to check out Noel Coward's "Brief Encounter" at the Guthrie (I hear it's fantastic, by the by), it's 25xSalvia:

Kids, don't do drugs.

No introduction necessary here: It's those perennial placers I'll Catch You In My Death Bag:

And now for the scariest photo of the night: Our fourth-place winners, Herb Stempel Brigade:

And, just for fun, the second-scariest photo of the night:

Fifth place! That's right, we're giving out prizes for fifth place now. Congrats, Obidiah Jefferson Will Sumo Your Ass:

They seem unimpressed by that M. Doughty CD. C'mon, he was in Soul Coughing! Mary Lucia loves that band! For some reason!

Oh look, it's the trivia newbies! They came in last, but don't hold it against them. They're the lovely ladies of Gin-o-licious (or was it Gin-o-holics? I can't remember. Potato, po-taw-do, really.)

Thanks everyone for a great week! We're back to our regularly scheduled trivia this Sunday, which means we'll start at 8 o'clock. I won't be there, which means you really will start at 8 o'clock. Happy Valentine's Day!

I love you all, from the bottom of my cold, black heart,

chuck