HE SAID: Words with Friends

There are 3 facts that I know about myself: 1. I am a nerd…I like to think of myself as one of those, “cool nerds,” but even that probably isn’t true. 2. I am in love with my iPhone4. 3. In direct relation to fact #2, I am, quite literally, obsessed with the ‘Words with Friends’ application. At this time, I have approximately 12 games going…and yes, all those games are with actual friends, not with strangers. I’m not that desperate. It might even interest you to know that I am 1-0 all time against “She Said.” In fact, she was forced to resign because she didn’t play a single move after I started a game. I don’t want to say that’s typical of her, but it’s typical of her.

The beauty of having so many games going at once is pretty much at any given time, I have a move to make. This means that I can now cancel all the magazine subscriptions I have (ESPN, SI, & Entertainment Weekly for those wondering), not to mention stop risking my laptop further damage. Why? You might ask. Because I can bring my iPhone with me into the pooper and make a move. And if it so happens that it is a rare occurrence where I have no moves to make, I’ll play some Angry Birds. Of course, the former might be exposing myself to some future preparation H use, but eff it. The games are that fun.

Not that Words with Friends is perfect, mind you. As always, I do have some issues. First and foremost, they need to figure out how to eliminate trial and error from the game. I mean for effs sake, I threw down S-E-X-T-O-N with ‘x’ on a triple letter and the word on a double word for  a substantial amount of points. Turns out the word refers to a church official in charge of ringing the bell. You think if we were playing Scrabble and someone challenged me I would’ve been confident that it was an actual word? Hell no. I only played it because I just went to a Martin Sexton concert last month.

Along those same lines, and this is not the responsibility, but cheating simply should be punishable by banishment of the application. There are some people I play who play multiple words in a row that reek of cheating. There is trial and error (lame), and there is using words that Charles Rudolph Quirk (can you believe there is a Wiki page for ‘famous linguists’?) has never heard of (wrong). I feel like I should be able to point this out to the developers of Words with Friends, and on a case by case basis they can decide to delete the app from the wrong-doers phone and not allow it to be downloaded again. Too harsh?

SHE SAID: Words with Friends

There are three things I know about HeSaid. #1 He once swore to me in a fit of passion that he would never own an Apple product (this might have been while I was considering whether or not to buy a shuffle because my iPod was too bulky*). #2. He first gave in to an iPod, then an iMac and now owns an iPhone. #3. iWin that little argument.

I wish I didn’t know that you bring your phone into the bathroom. That’s a little nasty, hygiene-wise.  I mean, you’re putting that thing up to your mouth and ear after getting it dangerously close to fecal matter. Pink eye is the best that can come from that scenario.

Having owned an iPhone since the first generation, before there was a camera which was a gross oversight on Apple’s part, I have known about Words With Friends longer than within the last week and maybe I need to revisit this little gem of HeSaid’s, because I have to confess, I was not that impressed initially. I don’t have ADD, or ADHD, but I like to sit down and play a game. I have trouble making a move in a game and then going about my day and waiting until my opponent has a chance to check in and make a move. I like waiting for my friend to play, humming the Jeopardy theme song while waiting, and in turn, having the pressure of knowing someone is waiting for you to place your tiles play into my game. Words With Friends is like the OJ Simpson Bronco car chase of board games.

What’s more, HeSaid is harping on the game for allowing cheating, and yet he’s celebrating a 1-0 record with me for a game I apparently was forced to forfeit that I was not even aware was taking place.  Words With Friends creators, there is a gross oversight!  How can you not alert someone that they are challenged when their failure to play a move results in a loss?  This is my record you’re screwing with!  If there is an asterisk next to certain ball players in the Hall of Fame, I hope there is one next to that win for HeSaid.

Angry Birds is another game all together and highly addictive until you realize how many hours of your life you’re missing while glued to a game that involves sending birds flying into various structures. I lost my husband (yeah, that’s new) for days, maybe even weeks when he first discovered that game. Thankfully, we’ve moved on.

Currently, in my super exciting life, I’m into KenKen and Scramble.  I hear via HeSaid that there is a great Buck Hunter application, but I have yet to try it.  I also love Instagram and Photosynth; both make the terrible pictures I take look artsy and a little bit more cool.

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*Can we please discuss the name of the shuffle?  Apple seems pretty dedicated to this i thing … so why not the iShuffle or the iMini or the iLittleiPod or the iMusicPlayerYouCanClipOnToYourClothingWhileYouExercise.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

Is it blasphemous to refer to the Celtics, Bruins & Red Sox as the Holy Trinity, especially the day after Easter? Well those three are a combined 12-0 so trust me it is tempting. As a result, these links promise to be fun, and not all depressing.

So I could give a crap, but I’m pandering to the (female) masses here…a schedule for what to watch on this Royal Wedding Week.

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Something tells me Ference didn’t mind opening his wallet for $2,500. Im sure he thinks it was worth….especially since he’ll get over $10,000 worth of alcohol bought for him in Boston bars.

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Um, this is perfect. Probably not completely safe for work.

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This movie looks kind of Catcher in the Rye-ish, kind of sweet, kind of predictable, but whatever.

SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

I was in Boston yesterday watching my sister run the marathon.  It was amazing.  Between her finishing in an unbelievably great time, getting to experience the city on Marathon Monday and cheering for so long that my voice was horse and my son was telling me to be quiet, I had an unforgettable weekend.  I was also not near my computer, so I’m posting a day late.

Here is a really great article about how even though one might aspire to be well read, well listened, etc., there just isn’t enough time to digest all that is being produced.

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Evian’s new ad is pretty cool.

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Every single Jeopardy skit done by SNL.

HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

It’s Marathon Monday…and you know what that means! Nothing really, besides me watching the Red Sox game at 11 before I get my day started.

Here is short video for those wanting a Boston Marathon course preview.

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Lets hope the marathon doesn’t end in this fashion. Effing Junior.

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Can someone confirm that when I hear this crap it is actually true and not just extreme Left Wing fodder?

SHE SAID: Language!

I know, even as I’m writing this title much less the post, that Jeremy is going to have a field day with me on this one.  And I also realize that I’m going to sound like I’m 90 years old, but I wanted to ask those of you who are out and about around children to refrain from dropping f bombs and referring to women as c u next tuesdays and regaling your companion about sh*t storms and mother f’ers and whatnot.

It’s not that I want to limit your free speech, even though that is what I’m asking, but my little man, my little six year old who hears everything I don’t want him to but can’t hear me ask him to bring his plate to the sink, he hears what you’re saying.  And I have this fear that he’ll hear you talking in the grocery store parking lot (and I’m sorry if you had a terrible horrible no good very bad day and were just lamenting the fact on the phone in the most passionate and descriptive way you could come up with on the spot) and start using those words which I think we can all agree would just be really inappropriate.  Before we encountered you, the most terrible word he knew was poop.  And I kind of liked that.  He knew I wasn’t a fan of “hate” or “can’t” or “fat”, but now we have a whole new list of words to add to that list, and possibly, though I hope this isn’t the case, to explain.

And yes, I have sworn in front of him, so I’m not free of guilt here and I understand the occasional slip.  It’s more the constant stream of swears that you were unleashing in a really public place probably unaware of all of us around you who were suddenly included in your phone call.

I understand the feeling of a good f bomb when you’re pissed off, or feel a sharp and unexpected pain.  I get how nicely those four letter words roll of the tongue.  How good it can feel to utter the right swear at the right time.  All I’m asking is that you do it when there are little ones, ie: that little guy with the wide eyes staring at you and taking in your fervency, aren’t within hearing distance.