Method of Entry: PM your entry to me so as not to tip off other teams. Either team member may send the PM, but it counts for both team members. Only the first PM from either team member will be counted. An incorrect answer eliminates your team even if the minimum number of people failed to correctly submit an answer.
The following teams signed up prior to the deadline.
Copper and Kung Fu Jawa
Angylkat and Richcelt
Cerina and Danger
Hanfan and Icy
Bonnie chose to fly solo
I've assigned everyone else a partner:
Dave Dark and Undome
EOTW and Jedi Jami
CitizenGirl and UK Legend Killa
Prize: The winning team will select the form, type, prize, and everything else surrounding the next Book Club contest, a contest I will take part in no matter what. Here is your chance to finally punish me for all these tough (and perhaps retarded) contests. You can make me do anything you demand and mock me if I fail, even if I'm the only person who enters the contest. MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!! Worth playing for? Let's do this big ole nasty thing.
Task One: Read the following paragraph and then answer the question.
A few minutes ago, walking back from lunch, I started to cross the street when I heard the sound of a coin dropping. It wasn't much but, as I turned, my eyes caught the heads of several other people turning too. A woman had dropped what appeared to be a dime.
The tinkling sound of a coin dropping on pavement is an attention-getter. It can be nothing more than a penny. Whatever the coin is, no one ignores the sound of it. It got me thinking about sounds again.
We are besieged by so many sounds that attract the most attention. People in New York City seldom turn to look when a fire engine, a police car or an ambulance comes screaming along the street.
When I'm in New York, I'm a New Yorker. I don't turn either. Like the natives. I hardly hear a siren there.
At home in my little town in Connecticut, it's different. The distant wail of a police car, an emergency vehicle or a fire siren brings me to my feet if I'm seated and brings me to the window if I'm in bed.
It's the quietest sounds that have most effect on us, not the loudest. In the middle of the night, I can hear a dripping tap a hundred yards away through three closed doors. I've been hearing little creaking noises and sounds which my imagination turns into footsteps in the middle of the night for twenty-five years in our house. How come I never hear those sounds in the daytime?
I'm quite clear in my mind what the good sounds are and what the bad sounds are.
I've turned against whistling, for instance. I used to think of it as the mark of a happy worker but lately I've been associating the whistler with a nervous person making compulsive noises.
The tapping, tapping, tapping of my typewriter as the keys hit the paper is a lovely sound to me. I often like the sound of what I write better than the looks of it.
Question: How does the author relate to sounds at night?
1) He imagines sounds that do not exist.
2) He exaggerates quiet sounds.
3) He thinks taps should be turned off.
4) He believes it's rather quiet at night.
Limit: The first 6 teams to answer the question correctly will advance.
Ready, set, go!
Edited by ShadowDog, 06 April 2007 - 01:17 PM.