When it comes to trivia, I love playing it. Wayne and I both do. It’s our favorite onboard activity when we cruise. Together we hold our own, but would I say either of us is a certified genius? No. Although when it comes to the game of life (as in living it), I think Wayne understands the rules of it all better than I do.
However, one of us did recently nab a Certified Genius ranking, and much to Wayne’s chagrin, it was me. Because of course now I’m using that to my advantage. Like when he questions some decision I’ve made, I’m all, “Well, you know I probably understand these things better than you. I am a Certified Genius after all.”
Do I feel bad about it? Absolutely not! If he’d gotten there first, I’d have never heard the end of it either!
So what did I play that gave me this ego-swelling distinction? Triviaverse on Netflix.
At first, I was a little hesitant about giving it a go. I’d tried Trivia Quest when it first came out. It was okay. Even though it was fun to play multiple guess trivia questions on my TV, the pace was a little too slow for my taste. Plus, the animations were distracting.
But Triviaverse is three one-minute timed segments and the questions are more challenging. The very first time I played, I only scored a little over 2,000 points and qualified for the Lucky Guesser status.
It wasn’t too many tries after that that I moved up two more ranks to Mere Mortal, which was fun because it was represented by a skull emoji. Eventually, I worked up to PhD Dropout, Super Nerd, and Potential Genius rankings.
I was pretty happy with that last one…until I scored 5,000 points and unlocked the Certified Genius level.
There’s still one level to beat: getting to 6,000 points. I don’t know what ranking it will unlock, but my FOMO is killing me. My latest obsession is playing Triviaverse any chance I get to try and find out. (I could always Google it to find out what it is, but I like the surprise of finding out for myself.)
Wayne’s afraid of what it will be. Or, rather, what gloating nightmare it will unleash for him next.
After all, having to live with this certified genius has been hard enough lately. It’s disrupted our dynamic.
The certified genius in me is trying to empathize. I understand it must be hard. I used to just be the comic relief in our relationship. He was both the beauty and brains. Now he’s having to share the smarts part with me, which he probably wouldn’t mind if I stopped rubbing it in his face every chance I get that I’m a certified genius and I have the screenshot to prove it.
Ooh, I now have a TON of questions for you, Certified Genius! You know, like “where should I move to” and “why can’t I find a job”. Wait, what, that’s not the kind of questions that win you points? AHAHHAHHA!
(I may be really tired still, so forgive me if I’m all wonky in my comments..ha!)
LOL No need for forgiveness. I wish my “genius” extended to having answers for you about where to find a job or where you should move to. But you’re right. That’s not the kind of knowledge that led to me winning points and getting to the certified genius level. lol
Ha, well, I had to try. ROFL!
It was a good try! lol