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Sunday, November 11, 2007

Scrabulous

Next to Modified Big Boggle, Scrabble may be the best board game ever. I don't play much anymore however. Never enough time or willing participants. That's all changed thanks to Scrabulous.

Dan brought the first Scrabulous challenge. I got a simple email saying I had been invited to a game. I clicked on the link to bring up a webpage showing the board. The interface was refreshingly intuitive. The options (e.g. playing with or without challenges) are solid. The game has no time limits since you play over email. In short, it's everything I've been missing in life.

So I immediately challenged Debs, Dingo, Walaka and Soapy to head to head matches in addition to my game with Dan. Fortune was smiling upon me as I bingo-ed early against Dan with NEURONAL... on my first move against Walaka (I had BEANIES out of the gate) and crushed Soapy with a FAERIES seven letter play that also made PI, ALE and TRIBES. I opened against Debs with a double word score of EXHORT (dropping the X on a double letter square) and managed another double word score with PROLIX on the very next play. Life was one big can of whoopass and I had the only can opener. I felt invincible.

Then Dingo came out of nowhere, blasting me with a triple word TOXIC, vaulting into a late lead and fending me off by then stealing my next play spot. Well played... good show... yada yada... whatever. I WANT REVENGE. Scrabble is a blood sport and I won't settle for less than best two out of three.

So... anyone want a piece of me? Send me an email and I'll send you a Scrabulous challenge.

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At 11/11/2007 02:28:00 PM, Blogger Walaka said...

So, are you playing some weird variant of Scrabble that lasts only three plays or something? Because as near as I can figure, you seem to think a solid base hit in the first inning wins the game for ya...

 
At 11/11/2007 10:38:00 PM, Blogger John said...

Well... since I've finished, or nearly finished all the other games, but you stalled out after 3 moves... I kinda figured you quit in a fit of demoralization. Perhaps you were overwhelmed at my "invincibility!"

Sorry if the news of your demise was premature.

 
At 11/12/2007 12:04:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Were you prohibited from winning things as a child?

 
At 11/12/2007 01:25:00 PM, Blogger John said...

An excellent question Clay.

I'm not sure about "prohibited" but winning probably wasn't a common experience during my childhood. My siblings were both much older than me, and our family didn't really play games all that much. My dad would play othello or chess with me, but he was really good at those games, and winning wasn't really an option.

Most of my childhood friends' families DID play games though, and I would throw myself into them with abandon. Probably like an awkward misfit kid who wasn't sure they'd ever get to play kickball again and wanted to make sure that he got the most out of it.

I also never got a chance to talk smack as a child... so I relish that aspect of games even more than the actual winning.

 
At 11/19/2007 06:33:00 PM, Blogger itsgderic said...

Ahh scrabble... I think I feel about scrabble as... an older uncle feels about a younger aunt. er.. trust me on this one.
-e

 

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