I will not lie. I adore the game of Scrabble. I was once a "vocabmaster" in my day (I don't believe that was self-proclaimed either, to your chagrin I'm sure), so this love for the deemed "crossword board game" is understandable.
Recently, I've been playing online (an excellent site is www.isc.ro, where you can download the program and play with others, free) and reading up on tips and strategy. I've even been reading some competitive Scrabble player biographies. They are riveting.
I can't totally explain what makes it so great. Yes, it's word-related, so that's one reason. Two, I love the sheer impossibility of two games being exactly alike. Unless people try it, and even then it will be an undeniably vexing task, there will never be two exact Scrabble boards seen by ANYONE in their entire life. Amazing, no?
I'm sure there will be many other blog entries on Scrabble, but for now I'll leave you on the edge of your seat.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Kansas City and scrabble
Just recently, Barrett reminded me of my neglected weblog page. I was surprised I had dedicated readers (at least one anyway) who noticed I wasn't keeping up. So, after totally forgetting about it, I'll do my best to keep posting.
I'm officially a resident of Kansas City. Well, Overland Park, to be more specific. But just like I live in Fenton, a suburb of St. Louis, the similar situation applies. It's a nice area, with everything convenient, though traffic can be rather vexing and the area as a who is a bit boring and lacking "personality" in a way. Since it's all very new, it's a lot of house after house situated on zero acre lots and not much variation in the way of buildings and streets. But it's nice.
The drivers really are terrible. Man, it's awful. On that note, I will soon have my Kansas driver's license. From the preview, it actually looks like I might have a decent picture. My prior license pics look like disheveled orphan and a serial flasher wearing lipstick, respectively. This one, at this point, has no derisive description as of yet.
So, as I get used to becoming a Kansas Citian (is that right?), I will soon become more familiar with the athletic luxuries this area has to offer. Namely, I need to scope out places to play: racquetball, softball, indoor soccer, and badminton, among other sports. And, I need to get my library card. I like libraries.
Until next time, good day.
I'm officially a resident of Kansas City. Well, Overland Park, to be more specific. But just like I live in Fenton, a suburb of St. Louis, the similar situation applies. It's a nice area, with everything convenient, though traffic can be rather vexing and the area as a who is a bit boring and lacking "personality" in a way. Since it's all very new, it's a lot of house after house situated on zero acre lots and not much variation in the way of buildings and streets. But it's nice.
The drivers really are terrible. Man, it's awful. On that note, I will soon have my Kansas driver's license. From the preview, it actually looks like I might have a decent picture. My prior license pics look like disheveled orphan and a serial flasher wearing lipstick, respectively. This one, at this point, has no derisive description as of yet.
So, as I get used to becoming a Kansas Citian (is that right?), I will soon become more familiar with the athletic luxuries this area has to offer. Namely, I need to scope out places to play: racquetball, softball, indoor soccer, and badminton, among other sports. And, I need to get my library card. I like libraries.
Until next time, good day.
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