SHE SAID: Words with Friends

May 27, 2011

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.

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SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

April 19, 2011

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.


SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays

April 12, 2011

posted … Tuesday night.

I have been so caught up with sports and watching sports and hearing about sports that I haven’t had time to watch the second episode, but Jeremy told me about this awesome new show called The Killing.  The pilot and first season were impressive and I’m looking forward to securing some couch time to watch the second episode sometime soon.  Maybe in a few months after the NHL playoffs.

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After spending the week (yes, when the person you live with is putting together a pool it’s at least a week long event) talking about and watching the Masters, this Bill Simmons article was one of the best things I’ve read in a long time.  I think I would have been as impressed even if my week hadn’t revolved around the Masters.

Also, as a side note, my big sister is running the Boston Marathon Monday morning.  This Bill Simmons article about the event is also one of my favorites.

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http://chickswithstevebuscemeyes.tumblr.com/This is getting a ton of attention of late, but in case you haven’t seen it, check out chicks with Steve Buscemeyes.

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Another dating website. I think this one is a really good idea for Jeremy because it’s based on music taste.  I wonder if they have a filter for Red Sox fans.


SHE SAID: The Doctor’s Office

March 16, 2011

Hi, Jeremy.  I don’t believe we’ve met.  I’m Nifer, your co-blogger, and people like me are the reason why doctor’s offices run late.  Perhaps you’ve read my earlier post on the importance of being on time.  Or seen one of my kind running in 15 minutes after the appointment and being handed the clipboard of epic paperwork to fill out before we can even think of seeing the doctor.  We’re annoying as all hell, and if it makes you feel any better, I get rolled eyes, nasty nurses, and satanic receptionists on a regular basis.  It’s all part of my master plan to help you find more time to read.

But more importantly, I want to point out what a champion idiot you are for scheduling anything medically related past 11 am.  I thought everyone knew you just do not schedule doctor’s appointments for the afternoon.  Due to assholes like myself who thinks the world can wait for them, emergency appointments and patients (laugh lines can sneak up on you and when they do, I find Botox needs to be injected immediately) and long question and answer sessions for many appointments, there is no way in hell a doctor’s office is operating on schedule come 11 am.

You’re old enough to know better.

I’m worried I need to remind you, or alert you of other things I just assumed you knew.  When it’s cold out, put on a hat, a jacket, or both.  Don’t ask a woman you’re having an argument with if she’s “on her period”.  Use something other than a metal utensil while cooking in a non-stick pan.  Don’t refer to another woman as the C-word in front of 99.9% of women.  If someone writes you an email needing your credit card number and social security number, it’s a scam.

What else have I assumed you knew all this time?!


SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

March 14, 2011

I’m dying. I love this guy. He has started a website to get himself a wife. He’s got a great sense of humor and isn’t kidding about this – he’s already responded to me about one fabulous lady I nominated.

Oh, also, Jeremy, I have this idea for you ….

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This is also a great source of enjoyment, but in an entirely different way …

Thanks, Rachel!

and here is the cover, already.

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My friend Robbi posted this on facebook a few days back. I wish I were cool enough to have thought of doing this on my own.

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This is a really well done piece – a guy recut Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and made a trailer with an “indie coming of age” feel.


SHE SAID: Autocorrect

March 9, 2011

I’m tempted to start this off, dear autocorrect, because the feature seems to have a will of it’s own when determining what to twist my texts and emails into.  But I will not give in.  My phone is a technical gadget, a mere machine.  And despite all attempts to convince me otherwise, is not a replacement for a sibling, friend, or significant other.  My friend Maggie, citing her “carl” app, would disagree, but that’s another matter all together and not one that refutes my point of view.

Let’s start with my name.  I cannot tell you how many emails I have signed and quickly sent, sometimes in work-related situations, only to realize my phone has auto-corrected my name to either Nicer or Niger.  I know, and I have realized the need to hit the little x by the corner.  But shouldn’t the auto-correct be an option and not the default?  As far as I know, there is no way to make my phone recognize certain oft used words, like the owner’s name, but it’s something that should be remedied.

Also, I would like to address the censoring of swear words, or more specifically, my written swear words.  In the words of a friend, my iPhone edits the truck driver in me.  My description of the ducking customers I have to deal with while working retail or me getting shot housed is only confusing my friends and loved ones.

The word that gets me most often is “you”.  While furiously typing away on my phone, I mess this word up constantly.  No, I don’t have man hands, and no, I’m not working with a cast or finger splint.  I just can’t seem to get this word correctly on any attempt.  The correction, Ou, is “a fruit-eating Hawaiian honeycreeper with a stout bill and green and yellow plumage” and I refer to it several times a day in text messages and emails since my phone merely capitalizes ou instead of ducking adding a y to the beginning of the word.

Auto-correct’s only benefit, I have decided, is for miserable spellers.  Then the Rennaissance becomes the Renaissance, seperate becomes separate and embarassed becomes embarrassed.  Misspellers, I hope Ou’re happy.

In the meantime, I’m waiting for someone at Apple to give a shot about us ducking swearers named Nicer trying to communicate with Ou.


SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

March 7, 2011

I know I shouldn’t complain, because the weather in Florida was awesome and we went to the Honda Classic and a Red Sox spring training game … but I’ve been at JFK for hours, stranded because of weather in Vermont (2 feet of new snow) and I’m kind of wishing I had either stayed in Florida or stayed in Florida.  I found myself asking … myself, what would a stranded traveling Cyndi Lauper do?

And here is the answer:

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Charlie Sheen is on fire of late.  Did you know that he published a book of poetry in the eighties?  Here is the link to some selections.

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I had a conversation at dinner about how messed up Florida is, crime-wise, and that it’s one of the most dangerous places to be, as a child.  Oddly enough, I came across this link this morning.