When Pringles potato chips decided that “once you pop, the fun doesn’t stop,” this so called “popping” was presumably the popping of the top off their signature cylindrical canister and perhaps the subsequent popping of an unhealthy number of chips into one’s mouth.

But now the slogan has taken on a new meaning, implying a kind of fun that only certain audiences — and lucky for me the Yale community is one of these audiences — will wildly embrace: A pop quiz!

“Pringles Prints” are the newest addition to the Pringles line-up. They are none other than potato chips with trivia questions and answers printed right onto the chips.

Not only does the salty, greasy taste keep you shoving your arm further and further into that all-too-narrow can, but the desire for more opportunities to prove just how smart you are motivates you as well. What we have here, my friends, is a brilliant addition to the snack world. Super Bowl parties with pop quiz marathons during the boring commercials!

What more could a bunch of competitive, over-achieving dorks like us ask for? Thirty-packs with a different algebra problem on each can? Weeeee doggies!

I first discovered said “Prints” in my Christmas stocking, and as I tore through my first of three snack packs in a giddy, trivia frenzy, I also discovered the one thing to look out for with these puppies: I popped the question, popped the chip, and smugly looked up as my mom and sister groped for the answer.

“I dunno … what is it?” my sister finally asked.

But I didn’t know either. I had eaten the chip before looking at the answer. That little morsel of knowledge was just plain gone. Forever. A tragic ending to a trivial pursuit.

But I emerged from this incident with no chip on my shoulder, continuing to seek knowledge from my fat-intake well past Christmas morning. And what’s more, these amazing and innovative chips weren’t the only trivial part of my winter break.

Trivia, like the Christmas spirit, was all around me this holiday season.

Get this:

Complete with an onboard entertainment system that offers trivia game after trivia game, Delta Song — the newest addition to the Delta Airlines line-up — is my latest pick for favorite value jet.

Southwest, you know I’ll always love you baby, but a gal has needs. And, in this case, those needs are leg room and interactive game features. So, I’m leaving — on a different jet plane — and I don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, don’t look at me that way. I can’t help it if my reasons for leaving seem trivial to you …

Badump ching! I kill myself.

Moving on:

“Song trivia,” as the flight feature is titled on the selection screen, is a game that allows you to compete in a fast-paced trivia showdown — with other members of the flight!

Now calm down and close your mouth. It gets better.

After each question, a screen comes up to show you your ranking among the other players. Alongside each player’s name is his or her answer for the most recent question, the number of points received for this answer, his or her total number of points earned, and (drum roll, please) the player’s seat number, just in case you want to send intimidating glances or give someone the finger.

Yes, I know it sounds too good to be true, but it’s the truth.

I played and played and played — on the way to the Bahamas, on the way back from the Bahamas, on the way to Miami, and on the way back from Miami. Life’s a beach.

I sat two rows behind my dad, thanking my lucky stars that he has no clue where Jewel grew up and proudly and swiftly touching answer C, Alaska, for the win. Take that Dad.

My mom, too groggy to perform well on the 7:30 a.m. flight to Florida, invented a sneaky maneuver, which she bashfully reported to us in the rental car: “I wasn’t doing so well,” she giggled, “so I leaned over to the empty seat next to me and logged in as Jon.” Way to throw them, Mom. Now they’ll all think Jon is the dumb one sitting in 26A! Stupid Jon, he can’t get anything right! Look, he’s so embarrassed that he’s ducking in his seat! What a loser!

To her credit, my mom won the first round on the evening flight back to Hartford.

My dad, apparently unsatisfied by the Song Trivia alone, stowed away some Pringles in his carry on. His rental car confession was that he had been double-tasking, keeping his mind alert with the potato chips between on-flight questions. He presented this as the reason his first game had been sub-par, and, consequently, the reason I had beaten him. Sure, Dad. Whatever. You don’t know Jewel from Adam, so suck it up, old man.

With so much trivia popping up all around me in the past few weeks, I naturally suspect cosmic linkage and greater meaning. Is this one final test of knowledge before I am thrust out of the Yale community into the real world? Could it be a gesture from the Real World gods, intended to prepare me for a lifestyle in which evaluations of my intelligence will no longer be restricted to exam periods, but could very well show up on my food or in my means of transport? Or, on a more wholesome note, is this trivia mania a holiday gift from the powers that be, designed to bring my family together in nerdy, intellectual revelry?

First one to tell me the answer is the winner. Go!

Liz Kinsley is A) really obsessed with bizarre trivia; B) really obsessed with potato chips; or C) really obsessive. Answer: D) All of the above.