For those of you still addicted to Scrabulous on Facebook, I sympathize, because I was once like you: a twisted parody of a human being jonesing for someone to make a move so you play that QI on the triple letterscore. To offset my vitriol about the hours lost, here is a music video celebrating your predicament.
Right up until I quit, I was waiting eagerly to have it taken away, but there’s been no movement except threatening letters (get it?) on Hasbro’s part, so I had to take matters into my own hands and delete the game. I have to say, quitting was surprisingly easy, all things considered. I mean, after the first few days, which felt like a 72-hour-long waxing of the perineum. That shit is crack, yo. But I just kept thinking about poor Wesley Crusher and the challenges he faced with that headgear-braces game. If Wesley had the stronf to get through it, so did I. The power of positive thinking, people. And demerol. (Yes, I am riding Facebook without a single extra application installed. I might be the last one. Despite parttime Ninja Derek telling me I have to “gay this place up”, I prefer the zen, spartan surrounds of a base profile page.)