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Greg A. Bruns January 2006 ~ The 7th Annual 'Who Am I?' Quiz |
Happy New Year 2006, dear readers, and welcome to the 7th Annual “Who Am I?” quiz. 2005 was another fabulous year for this column, as the human being's penchant for being human beings always provides a bumper crop of material. 1. If only Alexander Graham Bell could see how his telephone has morphed into an magnificent tool that the world simply cannot do without. Yet, if a phone is lost, used as a weapon, or part of a bank robbery, then it becomes more than a tool – it turns into fodder for a column such as this. Match the OWNER/WEILDER of the phone in the questions below: A. My cell
phone was lost at a club I was hanging out at one night. My speed dial
list contained a slew of phone numbers of some famous people, including
Harrison Ford, George Clooney, and former President Bill Clinton, who
was crank-called by the guy who found my phone. Since crank-calls to Presidents
are not taken lightly, the Secret Service eventually found my phone and
busted the dialer. 2. During
my dining experience at a local fast-food joint, I claimed to have “discovered”
a severed body part in my chili. I kind of figured that the fast food
chain, with their deep pockets, would cut me a check and that would be
it. However, a massive investigation ensued, and in the end, my husband
and I ended up in jail. They later discovered that the finger was from
one of my husband's co-workers, who lost it in an industrial accident
and then sold it to us (a poor investment, as it turns out). My actions
put the country in a bit of panic, and the food chain lost a lot of money
until the truth was revealed. According to the felony complaint against
me, the Wendy's restaurants in the area where I made my claim, lost: 3. My life
as a writer was one of great accomplishment, as I forged the standard
of first-person journalism, sticking myself into the stories I weaved.
You might say I was a troubled man, frustrated, maybe because I never
really took my writing to the “next level” - yet I will certainly
be spoken of in English literature classes in the future. Johnny Depp
did a stellar job of portraying me in a movie created after my magnum
opus. I committed suicide in February, 2005, and on August 20, 2005, my
cremated remains were fired from a 150-foot cannon (my own design), in
a private ceremony, while Bob Dylan's Mr. Tambourine Man blared
from massive speakers. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
I am... 4. You would
think a simple “Let's hold off on this for a little while”
would suffice, but I thought it might be better to pretend I was kidnapped,
sexually assaulted, and then abandoned at a New Mexico convenience store.
I had nearly every news station in the country talking about me, and an
outpouring of support from thousands of people. That was, until I told
the real story, and then everyone decided I might not be the
best girl to take down the aisle, anyway. My first name is: 5. Some people
trying to be funny squirted me in the face with water from a “trick”
microphone when they attempted to interview me, and you would've thought
that they sprayed me down with liquified hog fat or bodily fluids. My
immediate reaction was to deliver my scientific reason to these
people who dared – dared – to squirt me – amazing,
famous, ME – with water! Then I had “my people”
deliver a message through the usual media channels, explaining that while
I don't know what actions I'm going to take about this, I'm certainly
“not just going to forget about it.” And then, we
all forgot about it. My name is: Time to tally 'em up and
see how you did. Even though the first question has four parts, if you
answered any one of them correctly, give yourself a full point. 0-2 correct: Ah, that's
okay – I'm trying to make this thing harder every year. |
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