Recently at my place of employment they decided to implement a new surf-control service on our internet access. Basically, what this means is that they have blocked my ability to visit most blogs (the ability to leave comments has been blocked for quite a while) as well as to post to my blog and Twitter. So, work has gotten incrementally more boring. I was discussing this issue with myself on my way to work this morning; about how much it sucks that I can’t post and how my blog is suffering because of the lack of access. I can’t post at work and it’s nearly impossible to post at home, because, really, who could post when this adorable child is
whining vying for their attention?
Then, because I come up with the best ideas when I talk them through with myself, I realized something. Hey! I can still write posts, just not online. And hey! They might be better quality too since I can’t just put some random words up on the screen all lickity-split and hit post. Plus, I’d have time to edit what I write as well. I can be a total genius sometimes. (Also, I’ve just discovered that it takes me about three tries to spell “genius” correctly.)
In other news, I’m a complete nerd. This weekend my sister introduced me to the game Bananagrams, and I’m hooked. I’m already a complete board, card, and video game geek, so it wasn’t like it was difficult to hook me, but I think this one reeled me in faster and harder than usual. I played all weekend, and even got a bit touchy when the rest of the family was done playing and I wasn’t ready to quit quite yet. (Don’t worry, I was able to reign in the tantrums.) The real kicker is that Aaron won’t play with me (see also: Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, You Don’t Know Jack, and any other game that I regularly win), so I’m left craving a game and have no one to play with me. It’s useless to buy the game for that very reason, because then I’ll just bug him more and that’s no fun for either of us.
The game also revealed that I am my family’s human dictionary. We would be playing and my mom, dad, or sister would ask if some word was a word, and I’d give them the verdict. They often didn’t believe me that the word they used wasn’t really a word (for example, my dad’s insistence that “dongle” was a word –
I just saw, when finding the link for Banangrams, that they have a Facebook app. Guess I know how I’ll be spending my evening after the Gabbster goes to bed!