I have a confession to make.
I am addicted to Scrabble.
Do not point and laugh because you cannot make me feel any lamer than I already do. I need help! But I'm not here to seek reform. NAY!!! I've come to tell you about something I actually find quite hilarious.
See, (almost) every day I will go online and play a couple games (Does that categorize me as a 'gamer'? Because that's just gross. And you know what really drives home the stereotype? Right now, as I sit in front of the computer on which I play Scrabble, I'm wearing jogging pants and a housecoat. My life as I know it is over.)
So - the games I play are live and with total strangers. So, you never know who you're messin' with. Most people are gracious and nice and we all go on our merry Scrabble-lovin' way. But the other day.....I PLAYED AGAINST A SCRABBLE TRASH-TALKER!!!
There are certain tricks you pick up when you start playing regularly. Like, you find out that QIS is a word. So is SUQ. And XI (I don't care what the fark it means, it gets me lots of points). Also, you should save your S's to use nearing the end of the game to pluralize words for fast points.
Anyhoo, I'm playing online against a nameless, faceless opponent. Let's call him: BENJAMININATLANTAGEORGIA for short. i make a move and he engages me thusly:
B: R U new here?
me: been on a couple months. (I make a move)
B: Wut wuz that? I can't believe you wasted an ING on GINKO. (his move)
me: oh well. :)
B: Yeah, I always save those. (my move)
B: omg! you used an S? NOW!? You must be new right?
me: Hey, dude - it's just a game, stop freaking out.
B: sorry, it's just that it's so beginner to make those moves.
me: okay, cool, whatever. Just play.
After which I promptly KICKED HIS MILK-FED ASS and beat him by a huge score.
The moral of this story is - do not ever wear jogging pants in front of your computer. Or one day you will think a story about beating someone at online scrabble is blogworthy.