I am in love with words.
I am a horrible speller, I have a total disregard for proper punctuation, and I have personally redefined about 15% of the English language to suit my writing/vocal needs.
But I am a compulsive reader - I simply canNOT pass a sign, a newspaper or anything with lettering on it without reading.
It helps that I am a fast reader. I have no idea why - in, fact I have no idea how I learned to read. Everyone denies teaching me, but I began kindergarten and totally stumped the poor teacher by already knowing the alphabet.
I must explain this is back in the dark ages (1961) when children did NOT go to pre-school, watch educational DVDs, and were expected to know both their ABCs and how to operate a computer.
Kindergarten was were children learned their ABCs and simple words. Also teachers could spank you without repercussions, kids flunked classes, and we all played sports.
Back to the main subject.
Which was... yeah, what was it?
Oh, yeah, games.
I don't really like games involving words. I hate Scrabble (I can never pay attention to the higher score placement), I detest crossword puzzles (come on, they come up with words like "kx" which in Kurdish for kangaroo droppings).
I love Big Boogle, but it's only because I am good at it.
And no one will play it with me anymore because I am so good at it.
Which brings me back to sports.
What is the difference between games and sports?
Games are.... well, games. Playing. Keeping track of the score, I guess, but mostly pitting your skills against another, and hopefully having fun while doing it.
Sports are, to quote a book I love, absolute and unreserved fierce concentration on where a particular ball is at that moment in time.
She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
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