Why haven’t I been blogging you may ask? Lack of readership? Never stopped me before! The fact that my most frequently searched tag was “horse’s ass” (see Augusten Burroughs)? Almost, but not quite.
No, the real reason can be summed up in one word: Scrabulous.
Wired’s Sarah Fallon wrote what for me ended up being the definitive essay of 2007: Confessions of an Online Scrabble Cheat –in it she details what could be my own descent into Scrabulousness – the high of rekindling the flame of a beloved board game, the desolation upon the realization that game-mates might be playing by another set of rules. Add to that my own ruthless determination to compete on my cheatin’ bffs’ level only to lose my soul while wallowing in a pool of self-hating tears: how could I give up my 4-star vocab and sense of fair play for a bunch of really strange words I’d never heard before, and still don’t know the meaning of ? Like a good group therapy session, Fallon affords me the comfort that alas, I am not alone in my year-end Scrabulous bender, a dangerous interlude that sidetracked my devotion to loved ones, worthier pursuits (such as this blog, dear reader),even my personal hygiene. My moment of clarity came just in the nick of time, when the mysterious Scrabulous algorithms denied me the right to play the word “Inuit (40 pts)” while waving through words like “porny” and “toyo.”
But I’m back, I’m back, I tell you! Just as soon as I pulverize my sister’s chances at yet another win….
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