You could not give a rat's posterior about that, Mr Supergeek.

The only thing that I know about Archie is that it produced my guru, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and this gem:

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Metus amatores matrum compescit, non clementia.

I autocross, both years I won the Regional Championship in my class was because over the course of 12-16 events I consistently showed up and I consistently managed to get points (first through fifth place in class are awarded five to one points respectively). In fact, the second year I won, I don't think I ever finished first at any event.

Summer Camp:
Mostly Meh. But there were two times I remember it being better than meh: The first was when a pretty young fellow camper made me her "project" for the summer. The second was when my girl friend at the time was there at the same time I was. Ah! Good times. Good times...
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There is no correlation or causation amongst intelligence, power, talent and wealth.
Khanyou

I believe NASCAR has plenty of similar examples, where the guy may take the pole and win a race or two, but the usual season winner is one who was consistently in the top5 or top10.

2-3-4 beats 1-5-6 every heat.
That's how you win a match, son, and that's how you keep the egos in check.

General rules are: All skirts no lower then [sic] two inches below the knee (unless it's for Church) --Travis Frey

I've always wondered why team building so often devolves into competition.  We'd all be better off if we just followed David Brent's example and played guitar for each other for an hour or two.

RE: Summer Camp

I only went to camp once.  It was right at the end of the period of time my parents were trying to save me from not being a Christian.  No, I wasn't getting in any trouble, I just didn't see the point in going to Church since it was pretty obvious the preachers and teachers wanted me to stay away anyways.  So, they sent me to summer church camp.

And I thought kids were wild outside of church camp.

The girls cabin was right in front of the playground equipment.  It was not uncommon for three or more pairs of breasts to be exposed from cabin windows at any given point during the day.  Intentionally.  They'd open the window, scream, "RIGHT HERE!" and then pop off their shirt and jiggle around.

I was there with a "girl who was my friend" that I had a major crush on but had given up on because she wouldn't let it go anywhere.  So, I started hanging with this little hottay I met at camp.  Suddenly, in the middle of a camp sing-along held in the meeting room, my "girl who was a friend" girl jumped up on her chair, and then threw herself on the girl I'd been hanging out with.  Next thing I know it's teeth, nails and hair flying everywhere.  They beat the ever-loving shit out of each other.

After that I didn't talk to either of them for several days.

And have I mentioned the guy's cabin?  You've never seen a smokier room in your life, no matter how many shitty bars you've been in.  And that was the counsellors' room.  Alcohol everywhere.  And sex happening with snuck in girls about every other room through the course of the night.  Some of them seemed to know who they were visiting, not all of them.

The one thing I learned from going to church camp?  If I ever want to party REALLY hard, I should hang out with a bunch of pious people.

See Tour de France Green Jersey (points winner) versus Yellow Jersey (time winner). Nobody has won both since (too lazy to check) Eddy Merckx in 1970.

When my grandfather became ill, my grandmother rubbed goose-fat into his back. He went downhill quite quickly after that. - Milton Jones