This is the story of a boy who had no friends. We'll call him... Cone.
Cone lived with his mother. He was smart. And even in those early years showed glimpses of the cleverness and impeccable timing that would someday make him one of the most hilarious people he knew.
Cone had but two flaws: An abnormal fear of grasshoppers, to the point where he would not come inside if one was on the screen door. And he was highly competitive. Sometimes winning backyard games by such a large margin and in such a dominating fashion that some of the kids would cry. Especially those who were like five years younger than him.
Some called him a cheater. Some said he shouldn't take the games so seriously. Eventually, all of the other neighborhood kids wouldn't let Bone, er, Cone, join in any childhood games.
That's one sad story, eh? Well, I have a confession: It's not entirely true.
First of all, the boy's name wasn't Cone. It's Bone. And he wasn't a kid. Well, OK, so that's debatable to some extent. Also, they weren't childhood games. They're iPhone games. And lastly, he doesn't live with his mother. And hasn't for a few years now, thank you very much!
But the grasshopper part, that's all too true. I don't trust anything that can jump twenty times its length. Big-eyed scary hopping freakazoids!
Am I making any sense? The boy in this story is me! And I'm running out of friends.
No, not real-life friends. I never had very many of those in the first place. But virtual friends, who are willing to play against me in Words With Friends, Scramble With Friends, Matching With Friends, Trivie, Ruzzle, etc.
Just last week, I challenged a friend's wife in Ruzzle. It's basically the same thing as Boggle. After one game -- a 2144 to 897 beat down -- she was all like, "You're cheating. I'm not playing with you anymore. I'm never gonna win, so what fun is that?"
Is that where this world is headed -- if we don't win, we just throw up our hands and quit? If the Detroit Lions had that attitude, they'd have given up football thirty years ago. OK, so that might not have been the worst idea ever. Bad example.
Nevertheless, I'm mostly down to using the "Find a random opponent" option for new Ruzzle games. Which is kind of the iPhone game equivalent of signing up for match.com. You're basically admitting to the world, I can't find anyone to play Ruzzle with me on my own, I need help.
I'm currently 72-1 in Ruzzle. The one girl who beat me was a random opponent I'd beaten before. She's probably one of those people who has nothing to do but play games on their phone, so they get abnormally good at them.
It's sad, really.
Words With Friends isn't quite as bad. It doesn't keep up with your record, but I do lose a bit more often there. (Though a cursory glance at my last ten games shows no losses.) Still, I've seen my number of opponents dwindle over time. What do I do if they all eventually quit playing me? I mean, "friends," it's in the name of the game. There's no Words Without Friends.
I think we all know what happens to people with no virtual friends. And it's not a pretty sight. Turned back out into the real world, I could be forced to do unseemly things, like go out in public, make plans with people, and stop pretending I don't hear when someone speaks to me at the grocery store.
Oh no, I'm not ready for that.
But what am I supposed to do, not try? Just completely ignore when someone leaves a triple word score wide open for me and play somewhere else on the board? Pretend this is just a casual game for "fun?"
I can't do it, I tell you. I can't! It's against who I am.
Scared of grasshoppers, and slightly competitive in games and competitions that provide no real gain, financial or otherwise.
I'm Cone. Nice to meet ya!
"And the games you'd play / You would always win / Always win..."
Cone lived with his mother. He was smart. And even in those early years showed glimpses of the cleverness and impeccable timing that would someday make him one of the most hilarious people he knew.
Cone had but two flaws: An abnormal fear of grasshoppers, to the point where he would not come inside if one was on the screen door. And he was highly competitive. Sometimes winning backyard games by such a large margin and in such a dominating fashion that some of the kids would cry. Especially those who were like five years younger than him.
Some called him a cheater. Some said he shouldn't take the games so seriously. Eventually, all of the other neighborhood kids wouldn't let Bone, er, Cone, join in any childhood games.
That's one sad story, eh? Well, I have a confession: It's not entirely true.
First of all, the boy's name wasn't Cone. It's Bone. And he wasn't a kid. Well, OK, so that's debatable to some extent. Also, they weren't childhood games. They're iPhone games. And lastly, he doesn't live with his mother. And hasn't for a few years now, thank you very much!
But the grasshopper part, that's all too true. I don't trust anything that can jump twenty times its length. Big-eyed scary hopping freakazoids!
Am I making any sense? The boy in this story is me! And I'm running out of friends.
No, not real-life friends. I never had very many of those in the first place. But virtual friends, who are willing to play against me in Words With Friends, Scramble With Friends, Matching With Friends, Trivie, Ruzzle, etc.
Just last week, I challenged a friend's wife in Ruzzle. It's basically the same thing as Boggle. After one game -- a 2144 to 897 beat down -- she was all like, "You're cheating. I'm not playing with you anymore. I'm never gonna win, so what fun is that?"
Is that where this world is headed -- if we don't win, we just throw up our hands and quit? If the Detroit Lions had that attitude, they'd have given up football thirty years ago. OK, so that might not have been the worst idea ever. Bad example.
Nevertheless, I'm mostly down to using the "Find a random opponent" option for new Ruzzle games. Which is kind of the iPhone game equivalent of signing up for match.com. You're basically admitting to the world, I can't find anyone to play Ruzzle with me on my own, I need help.
I'm currently 72-1 in Ruzzle. The one girl who beat me was a random opponent I'd beaten before. She's probably one of those people who has nothing to do but play games on their phone, so they get abnormally good at them.
It's sad, really.
Words With Friends isn't quite as bad. It doesn't keep up with your record, but I do lose a bit more often there. (Though a cursory glance at my last ten games shows no losses.) Still, I've seen my number of opponents dwindle over time. What do I do if they all eventually quit playing me? I mean, "friends," it's in the name of the game. There's no Words Without Friends.
I think we all know what happens to people with no virtual friends. And it's not a pretty sight. Turned back out into the real world, I could be forced to do unseemly things, like go out in public, make plans with people, and stop pretending I don't hear when someone speaks to me at the grocery store.
Oh no, I'm not ready for that.
But what am I supposed to do, not try? Just completely ignore when someone leaves a triple word score wide open for me and play somewhere else on the board? Pretend this is just a casual game for "fun?"
I can't do it, I tell you. I can't! It's against who I am.
Scared of grasshoppers, and slightly competitive in games and competitions that provide no real gain, financial or otherwise.
I'm Cone. Nice to meet ya!
"And the games you'd play / You would always win / Always win..."
