|Thanks, memestache.com -- you read me like a book.|
Keep the mind active while the foot is on ice, I always say. (And, as a footnote -- ow, sorry -- I feel compelled to mention it appears I will be icing these two little tootsies well after I am dead and buried. Which will be difficult at best because I'm opting for cremation.)
Anyway. And the primary source of my
How much I lose. Now granted, there are (mostly) no more of the 300- to 400-point-losses of my first few games, but it is truly AMAZING how many games I, a woman of so-called letters, lose.
So, this weekend, I decided to
Comes down to this: Words are actually secondary in Words with Friends. Words with Friends involves S.T.R.A.T.E.G.Y.
I am doomed.
For I sucketh at strategy.
Let me give you a little example of this: The first time my date and I played Settlers of Catan with The Miz and Number One Son, I spent the entire game happily collecting bricks.
Don't ask me why. It just made sense at the time, okay?
But as my little pile of bricks grew and grew, I found I was quickly surrounded by vaste empires run by (who knew?) megalomanic family members.
|I'm the one with all the bricks.|
Hence, I am fascinated with WWF's strategic little tricks of the trade. I read about them, see them played against me, attempt to implement them myself. My hopes skyrocket when a score of anything over 30 flashes on my screen, only to be dashed when I see I've set my opponent up for a score of 60 or 70.
Sigh. I've been out-strategied by strategy.
Is there no end to this? *gasp* Apparently there is not -- because in my
Whoa. Wouldn't I just love to give you my seventh-in-a-row rack of all vowels and say, "Have at it, bitch"?
No. But I won't. BITCH is a b.a.d word.
I don' need no stinkin' WWF Cheat.
But can I keep the links to "Words with A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y and Z"?