Please don’t let the fact that I’m sitting at home on a Friday night composing a LiveJournal entry lead you to believe that I’m lame, or anything. Why, I was cool at least twice this week, and I have a strong suspicion that it will happen again someday. Ever yearning for my glory days, I’m going to focus on those nights.
A month or so ago, when
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Nice misdirection. It left me off guard for the real killer punch: "my childhood BBS." I'm going to crawl away and die of superannuated old age now.
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Apologies for dating myself in such an egregiously frightening manner. If it's any consolation, "childhood" was perhaps a slight exaggeration: I played around on the local BBSes from 11 to 13, or thereabouts, and probably would have stuck with it for awhile after that if I hadn't redirected my attentions to IRC.
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Many of the other things I might have guessed are confirmed by taking a quick look at your website (just now did that). And I'm far too polite to make any of the other guesses in public until I know you better. :)
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The funny thing is, I didn't mention it because we didn't get around to playing (having five bodies made things awkward), but Kate had a copy of Boggle with her in her bag. I bet games with timers are even hipper than games with tiles.
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wait... no... don't take away the conch...
I saw a man in Central Park playing Boggle with a woman [his girlfriend?] on Sunday. Looked like both an excellent afternoon, and the dorkiest date ever. I hadn't seen an actual set in ages (I've almost exclusively played computer boggle) but it made me think I should start a word-games collection. Or at least sit in the park and do crosswords on nice days.
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