I auditioned for the game show Jeopardy once upon a time. The test didn't strike me as all that difficult, although if I'd studied the Supreme Court justices and which President nominated them, I would have aced it. Anyway, I passed, as did three other people in the group, but they only accepted one of us as a contestant. So my brief career as the Queen of All That is Trivial ended about as well as Lady Jane Gray's attempt to circumvent the English line of succession for the throne. I guess that makes me the Historical Footnote of Useless Info rather than the Queen.
While I might not have had the chance to humiliate myself on TV (maybe I won after all), in my hovel, I am still the undisputed champ of specialized knowledge. Want to know where the fingernail clippers went to since they aren't where they belong? I know. When is R's sister's birthday? I know. I can even field the vague ones. "What was the name of that ...*snap, snap* You know. Where we went with... *helpless look* Were Pam and Mike with us? You know. Last May. And they had the thingy, and... *pleading gesture*" And believe it or not, I will know what R is talking about from just that bit of information, and have the answers.
There are also things I'd rather normal people didn't know that I know. While shopping for ski gear with R last November, the topic of Star Trek naturally came up. You know. Like it does. As I looked through a rack of parkas, R commented about the blue aliens in the original series but couldn't remember the name of their race. Without looking up, I said, "They were the Andorians, dear." A deep, melted chocolate sort of chuckle jolted me out of trivia mode. On the other side of the circular rack was a scruffy, buff, twenty five-year old sex God. His brown eyes fairly twinkled with amusement. Yeah. Great time to get my geek on in public.
My real trivia talent, other than finding nail clippers and embarrassing myself in front of out-of-my-league-anyway hotties, is the ability to remember obscure facts about people. Tell me that you're looking for a horror writer who has worked in film production in Canada, and if I've ever met such a person, I'll not only remember that they mentioned it in passing several years ago, but I'll introduce you. Connecting people is a bit of a hobby of mine. While the experience or traits that bring them together are trivia, I don't think that's a trivial pursuit.