A Picture Puzzler

A friend sent me another picture from the wrap party.

As I looked at it, and recalled the good times, I was struck by something really unusual. See if you can spot it:

I'll give you all some time to guess...

Comments

Zen Faulkes said…

It's four different cases of "odd one out."

3 out of 4 are Caucasian. Odd one out: Far left.

3 out of 4 wearing black. Odd one out: Near left.

3 out of 4 have their glasses raised. Odd one out: Near right.

3 out of 4 are brunettes. Odd one out: Far right.

8 December 2009 at 11:58

Anonymous said…

you are holding what appears to be a beer?

12 December 2009 at 13:36

Debra said…

Anonymous is correct ... although Zen gets bonus points for discovering answers the quizzer hadn't thought of.

12 December 2009 at 19:52

Anonymous said…

i didn't mean to be anonymous! just forgot to add my name. and it is....jill.

sis, with a beer? now i have proof.

15 December 2009 at 20:34

Debra said…

It was a Molson Canadian. Which was kind of an inside joke that I had to go for.

18 December 2009 at 10:22

And they called me mad when I bought the bunker in the woods!

I had heard that one way of thwarting telemarketers was to make them think the number they have dialed is in fact a fax machine. I've tried different tones on my cordless phone, all to no avail. Then I had an epiphany: When I turned sixteen, my sister bought me a new-fangled telephone. It had push buttons, but it was still just a rotary phone - when you pressed each button to dial, you still heard the rotary "tat-a-tat-tat-tat" with every number. I had held onto this phone ever since. It's cute. It works. There was no reason to get rid of it. I was willing to bet that, in this day and age of advanced technology rendering yesterday's device obsolete on a daily basis, a telemarketer - who is likely going to be decades younger than my phone - would be unable to even identify a rotary phone by sight much less by sound. And voila! Answering the phone with my rotary phone, and constantly pressing the buttons, the telemarketer kept repeating "Hello?

Batten down the hatches -- we're in it for the long haul!

Given that the weather reports for Edmonton this weekend are grim grim grim (lows of minus 33, highs of minus 25 -- with wind chills of around minus 35 to 40), I woke up early this morning to get all errands for the weekend out of the way in one fell swoop. I barely needed a coat this morning as I headed out to my car to embark on my mission. With each passing hour, the thermometer dipped a degree or twelve. By time I was done driving around (and paused to catch a movie at the neighbourhood googolplex), it was chill-lay outside. I am now snuggly boarded up in my apartment, with no plans to so much as peek my nose out my window until Tuesday (when the temps shall return to a balmy minus 15). Groceries? Check. Toiletries? Check. Magazines to curl up with? Check. Christmas Presents? Check. Lessee, I got my father what he's been asking for since I was old enough for him to give me his Christmas wish list: And I think my mother will enjoy her bungalow by the stream: For my sister and he

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